As soon as I step out of the car I hear that undeniable screech of the eagles.. My eyes start to scan the trees for the tell tale signs of white dots among the trees and along the river bank.  This year though I was late, much later than normal. A month later. I drove up with the hope that these bird would still be around and they were just not as many.  The bridge on Mosquito Lake Road had a few but just around the corner is a great spot near a little stream that feeds into the Nooksack.  I always enjoy the outing when I can photograph and mostly watch the eagles and their telltale screech.