We hung around at Whycocomagh to see if the eagles would come out again this morning.  We were not disappointed.  It cleared earlier so the thermals must have been perfect because they gave quite the show.

One, two, three…lots of them are juveniles making huge loops as they practice gliding.  Four five six…all the way to 36 eagles.

They didn’t move on right away so we saw as many as 10 in the space right above us at once.  It was a mixture of Blue Angle like graceful maneuvers and Nascar-like bump drafting.  Sometimes they crossed paths and matched huge sweeping turns like a choreographed show.  Other times they dove at one another and swooped in close behind to disrupt the airflow off each others wings.  Then they would tumble and fall for a second or two before returning gracefully to soaring flight.  All the while, we could hear them call and talk to one another.  It was awesome to just sit in camp and hear Eagle s call and talk in the way we usually hear a Robin or a blue jay call.  I wonder if that ever gets old.