The first time I ever saw a Bald Eagle in flight was at Buder Park at one of the better Ice-O-Lated contests years ago. By better I mean weather wise. Shirt sleeve weather, low winds, clear blue sky. It came thermaling over the control line circles at a pretty good altitude, but when the sun light hit those white feathers, they just looked florescent even on a sunny day. Really awesome! They come down river from the north when things freeze hard and nest around the rivers and damns in the area. We saw another one just this past summer, and I think some have adapted and stay here year round now as long as the fishing is good. I gotta dig those other photos up.
Type at you later,
Dan McEntee