Bald Eagle by Alison Vernon24x32, oil
We woke one misty morning on an island on Lake Umbabgog in northern NH. We looked out into the mist sipping our coffee. It was quiet except for the call of a loon. Suddenly we heard a whoosh whoosh whoosh; a bald eagle winged just over our heads and disappeared into the mist with a second bald eagle hot in pursuit. It was very cool.
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