This happened already a few months ago. I just never got around to finish this entry.
“While I had a warm and dry place to sleep at night the eagles where sitting on their lookout trees. When we arrived in the morning before sunrise they were already chirping socially. It was one of those rare clear mornings. The twilight lowly turned into purple, dipping distant mountains in a fantastic light.
One juvenile bald eagle picked a lone dead tree as his lookout. Thank you very much. Amazing how these creatures survive. Some birds were standing with their talons in the cold water waiting for some exhausted salmon to drift by.”