Perched high up on a ledge, this Golden Eagle was unperturbed by our raft full of people. He was still sitting as we continued down stream.
Golden Eagle
February 3rd, 2012 · 1 Comment
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Perched high up on a ledge, this Golden Eagle was unperturbed by our raft full of people. He was still sitting as we continued down stream.
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1 Dee // Feb 18, 2012 at 7:23 pm
No words can describe this guy’s beauty!
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