There’s a story here, big surprise.

I cross a rural bridge whenever we travel to the one of the large marshes. It’s the type of bridge that has a steep incline, like to have a sail boat pass underneath. The river and inlets look to be rapids, maybe knee deep. But maybe some day, who knows.

The scenery is spectacular, a wide vista of marsh and rivers. I am convinced there will be wildlife everywhere each time we cross.

Never! Ever! Nothing.

Except the other day, this beautiful Bald Eagle on this ugly pole. Beauty all around, he picks this. At the top of the humpy back bridge.

I was shocked to see him, and of course as I stopped (never other cars, but you never know) he turned and we were at eye level.

I got the famous Bald Eagle ‘stink eye’ look for bothering him.

That’s it. I was dismissed, told to move on.

I did.