Sometimes you get lucky. This shot can’t be reproduced. You could sit with Denver’s male Steller’s Sea Eagle for a year, snapping a hundred photos a day, and still not get something in this vein.
I’m not sure whether or not the eagle sees what is in front of him. I assume their senses are quite a bit more refined than ours in terms of detecting things like a fly about to whoosh by. But it certainly looks like he’s looking right at it, probably with the same disdain we feel as we look around for the nearest roll of newspaper or molded rubber swatter.
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