Thursday, December 25, 2008

My Christmas Present...






Seeing a bald eagle is always special to me, especially since I rarely see them in GA. After posting these pictures, I looked out and saw a great big fox bounding down toward the river, then creeping through the brush along the shores. Sorry, I didn't get a photo this time...
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

omigosh!! that is amazing!!!

December 25, 2008 at 2:05 PM
Anonymous said...

Breathtaking......quite a Christmas gift indeed!

December 26, 2008 at 12:59 AM
Atlsat said...

Awesome set of the eagle! Absolutely amazing!

December 28, 2008 at 9:56 PM

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