There is a area along the Connecticut river that we like to walk through when the mosquitoes allow. Most of the land is owned by the power company, a smaller part owned by a long closed (and sadly polluted) manufacturer, the last section is town owned. Farm land runs along side this stretch of river adding a great marsh and woodlands.
This year several Bald Eagles have taken this area as part of their hunting grounds. And of course I came along as part of the deal.
Yesterday I was lurking around looking for any opportunity when one of the adult Eagles flew from the far side of the river, with crows in hot pursuit.
Even with a 500mm lens and monopod I could not get any images. I tried, about 100 times, over a 2 hour period. Finally my camera battery near dead and the chaos silent I gave up.
I don’t know how, but I caught a slight movement along the middle of the river up stream.
I think he took pity on me after standing on the rocks all that time. There was no hurried flying, just gliding back down the river towards the privacy of Gildersleeve island. I was finally able to get my few photos after all.