If I had more patience on this gray morning, I’ve have a picture of this eagle in flight instead of one showing him skulking on an exposed tidal rock. He must have flown off when the kettle came to boil, gone when I returned with the day’s first cup of coffee. The hunters, eagles, otters, and heron, have moved on with the season, leaving the beach to the professional scavengers—crows, ravens, and gulls. With the movie stars gone, I can appreciate the beauty in a gull’s flight.