Didn't intend to go birding at Turkey Point

 The day after seeing the owls Rick and I went for a walk at Turkey Point Provincial Park.

Not a long walk,

Lookout Bluff Trail is just over 2km,

mostly sandy footing but I regularly managed to trip over tree roots

hidden below the thick covering of crunchy leaves.

You can usually count on Turkey Point being calm but the wind was from the East and the waves were rolling in.

After our walk we drove down the hill to the community of Turkey Point.

Risk's family had a cottage there so it is his old "stomping grounds" and we like to see the continuing process of knocking down the old, small cottages and building monsters. Constantly amazed that they will risk the fact that they are only inches above lake level. 

I was driving and Rick suddenly announced that a Bald Eagle was flying directly above us.

He landed in a nearby tree and I pulled over to take pictures.

He flew off and we followed him, driving, so occasionally losing sight of him. He lit in first one tree then another and we parked down by the beach hopeful that we could catch sight of him again.

We thought we had lost him

and then noticed him out over the lake.

He was definitely hunting and

a couple of opportunistic gulls were staying close.

In this shot you can see his talons extended

and in this, the head of the fish he caught.

But the fish was heavy, he had a hard time lifting it

and the gulls, harassing him, were persistent, so he ended up dropping it

and flyng back to the beach

where he could sit in a tree and contemplate his bad luck and the rudeness of gulls.

He flew off, inland, and we lost sight of him soaring along the bluffs towards Port Dover. It had been an invigorating period of time, buffeted by the wind on the beach and entranced by the antics of the birds.