December 20, 2017 On a bright, sunny and cold Wednesday we headed north to see how many Bald Eagles had turned up at the Nooksack River so far, for their annual salmon feast. Page: One Two One was looking intently at the creek.  What was down there?    There were many loud gulls eating the dead salmon but no eagles on the creek's banks. The watchman doesn't look too happy about this.  Where is everybody? Another eagle watches from a different angle. At the top of a tree, this one does Sky Patrol. Bald Eagles streamed past quickly, heading for trees on the far bank.  Their cries were amazing. At the nearby riverbed, we watched one eating his catch, checking for thieves between mouthfuls. Those talons held the carcass firmly in place. 'Excuse me.  Please may I have some privacy?  Thanks!' Brrrrrr!  Does anyone have a spare scarf?  Hat? Page: One Two Photo Index