Day 103: On my way in town today, I thought I'd take a short walk (3-mile round trip) out to the second bridge on the Bud Blancher Trail in Eatonville. At the turn-around point, I heard the familiar keening cry of a Bald Eagle and looked up to see two perched in a tree and a third circling nearby. All three were intently surveying the Little Mashel River until they happened to notice me. You can't really appreciate the size of these majestic birds properly until you come under the same scrutiny as a potential salmon breakfast. While I may not be exactly bite-sized (close!), when those yellow eyes were trained on me, I felt rather small indeed!
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