On Sunday morning, Brooke and I went out for breakfast at the Dish on the way to Ballard on Leary. Brooke riding my Coppi and I on her Pro Miyata, she got a lesson in STI shifting, feeling how different they are from downtubes. As an aside, my Coppi has been infected with the Campy virus so it’s Dura-Ace bits might be migrating to her Miyata. (To hasten this “cure” I’m in need of some Chorus 9-speed hubs).

Anyway, as we roll up to the restaurant we noticed people taking pictures and staring at some birds up above. Not thinking of it we ignored the rubber-necking for a moment until someone mentioned that it was prompted by a bald eagle up there. Sure enough, up above at the top of a telephone pole sat our nation’s proud symbol, a big beautiful bald eagle. It was a great sight, I was tempted to snap a picture myself, but decided to just enjoy the view unencumbered by technological futsing. (They look like this: Bald Eagles on Flickr if you were unfamiliar).

Like the photo linked to, a few minutes later after watching the sitting bird squawking at some pestering crows another baldy appeared and began circling it’s friend having some sort of conversation. Their call is unexpectedly shrill, not the manly patriotic sound I thought it would be. But what was really impressive apart from the flying bird’s huge wingspan, was how the avian seemed to hover, chest out, towards his/her friend with it’s wings stretched but controlled with merely the tips of them. Probably for us humans, something like doing pull-ups with the tips of your nails.

The morning was great! Great clear day, good biking, great birds, good food. Today I saw blossoms on trees. The oppression of Seattle’s winter is coming to a close.

These are not bald eagles, but stellar jays we saw the week previous snowshoeing.