On our first morning at the beach house I got to see a first. My first bald eagle. Two actually. It caused quite a stir in the family when they first appeared. The people next door were quite blase about it.
They would come to the pier every morning and hunt fish, resting on the broken pilings to eat when they were successful.
There were quite a few bald eagles on the island. There was a nest on a telephone pole that had cell phone panels. And we saw them in several places.
It made me happy to see them. I still remember the DDT years, when there were very few raptors. At least we can do some things right when we try.