There is an area on the river where the ducks like to congregate. A boardwalk allows people to walk out into the river and watch the ducks. Friday afternoon there must have been 100 or more ducks in that area. As I was watching them, they suddenly started quacking and getting very agitated. I looked up and there was an eagle flying low over them. The eagle circled around and did another fly-by and I was able to get a few shots of it. I was excited . . . but probably not as excited as the ducks were. And for different reasons.