There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition:
I caught this Bald Eagle on camera November 11, 8:00am…
At low tide, on sand bar, off Harbor Island and Hunting Island, SC.
Bald Eagle catches a seagull in mid-air, consumes half…
and takes off with its kill when I get too close.
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