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August 29, 2005



There are three white-headed eagles living now around False Creek. They are located at the top of the food chain in the sky. When they fly for food, seagulls, which usually fly joyfully and relaxed, are thrown into panic. They cry so loudly that I can recognize whenever the bald eagle comes. A few days ago, my friend watched the eagle catch a blackbird flying over False Creek and ate it. All I saw were some black feathers scattered under Burrard Bridge. Can you see a small, black spot in this picture? It is the eagle. It is very difficult to take a good picture of them because they are very cautious. I don't know what they are taking precautions against. Are we human beings so scary?

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