We choose, for ourselves, the life we live. Personal choices. Personal responsibility.
Remember what it felt like to fly free?
Somehow, an eagle with a fish, being chased by another eagle, makes dull colors really interesting. Or not. These two juvenile bald eagles seem unaware of the bland coloration around them. There are (a lot of) fish in the water, meals to eat. Action. Lots of it. In bursts. Sometimes, you can wait for hours and see nothing but the bland brown color of rocks in a river. Then suddenly, an eagle dives for a fish, sometimes almost in front of you. Conowingo, in late November and December certainly is a place not lacking in excitement. If you wait.