On the last day of the trip, after a long morning of shooting, the eagle activity had really died down. Typically, when the tide is very low, the eagles sit far out in the tidelands and gorge themselves on fish. As the tide comes in, they fly off and perch high up in the trees. The tide had already come back in a lot, and there was a thick cloud cover developing. So, nearly all of the other photographers had left.
I stayed around to eat some lunch, relax, enjoy the scenery, and see if something unexpected might happen. Out of nowhere, the eagle action kicked into overdrive. I threw my food down and got back into photography mode. Just about every eagle in the area starting flying around, and they were making very close fishing passes near the shore. I theorized that as the tide was coming up, the fish were swimming back into the shallows along with it, making them easier targets. The light was awful, so I didn’t get any images worth showing, but there was a lot of exciting activity to watch.
When it got blustery, I grabbed my gear and went back to my car. Just as I got in the car, it began to rain. I was able to finish eating my lunch from the comfort of my vehicle, while hearing the rain tapping on the metal, and watching eagles fly overhead. It was a fun and memorable ending to the trip. This goes to show that even when most people call it a day, and you may even want to do so, sometimes it pays to stick around and see what happens. It’s often in that extra 10% of effort and patience that magic happens.