Coming around Lake Harriet at 8:10 this morning, the sun was gleaming on the water.  The air had that crystal clear glitter it only has in cold weather and the lake was so glassy I suspect there was a film of ice across it.  The fishing dock had been set free to float a week or two ago and it sat about twenty yards off shore, looking like a weird little island.  Perched on the rail, king of all he surveyed, was another bald eagle, head glowing in the morning sunshine.

That's the third eagle I've seen in a week.  Or the third time I've seen this one.  He seems to like it here.

 

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