The tree jutting out is a favorite perch, used to be nesting spot where one pair of bald eagles is often spotted. We look there for them or canoe around the corner and see them in the trees past little shore on the way to surprise cove. I am always careful not to disturb them. Then we took a tour on the Amoeba which has a new captain since the man who built the boat passed away five years ago, his son and son's wife have taken over. The new captains call to the eagles and throw dead, frozen fish in the water. The Eagles soar over, make a U-turn, then swoop in for the fish right by the boat. Best views I've ever had of these majestic creatures. Though it made them seem so domestic that they were doing tricks for this man. Could shatter one's image of the wild-ness of the Eagle. I doubt it will make them dependent on dead frozen fish dinners in front of the TV. It must not be a crime to feed the eagles as this is a high profile big business boat, Everybody knows.
We also learned a little more about the Bells and viewed their homes from the boat. Mabel, Alexander Graham Bell's granddaughter and our connection to Nova Scotia, passed away this past spring at 101 years of age.
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