Based around the column "Trevor's Travels" published each Sunday in the San Bernardino Sun, with some detours along the way.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
On our walk the other day we heard a very strange sound; it was a sort of high pitched chattering. I thought it might have been a trapped puppy as we had seen three coyotes running up the road earlier. But eventually we spotted a bald eagle sitting high up in a tree. We are known to have them visit us in Big Bear Lake regularly each year, and several days are devoted to counting them by the local biologists. I have seen them occasionally in the distance but not this close up. It was quite a thrill, as he/she was magnificent. No wonder it is the symbol of America.
The white head only appears after about four years, and is the reason that it was called bald, although as you can see it is far from that.