On State Street near the Quinnipiac Marshes. The eagles are there. Maybe they never left. Two weeks ago I saw what I thought was a vulture sitting on a dead branch. It was a eagle. Yesterday, five, one mature, with the white head, the rest a deep brown bordering on black. They could migrate and be in the middle of a journey south or just hanging around for winter until the ice closes their fishing holes.
They are not the big attraction they once were because, we did a good job bringing them back from endangerment. I think I’ll follow seals this winter too.