Warning: This post contains sad and disturbing photos of injured and deceased sea animals.
In January I wrote a post about the adorable Steller sea lions of Resurrection Bay. Unfortunately, they’re endangered. It was only when I started learning about sea lions for the blog that I discovered this fact, and after some debate I decided that I should share the sad side of my sea lion research with you. So here goes:
Yesterday, I talked at length about the sad fact that Seward’s eagles are sick, so I thought I’d follow up with evidence that not all of them are starving. Dale took a photo of an adult eagle last weekend that was posing majestically next to the bay, but he didn’t notice until he processed the photo that this bird had just finished a meal.
“Three more!” I cried, pointing to the birds perched in the tree.
Driving through a neighborhood near the waterfront, we were witnessing something unexpected—a large convocation of eagles. They were sitting atop telephone poles, perched on satellite dishes and rooftops, and even—as we saw when we turned the corner—blocking traffic in the street.
Since the heavy snows last weekend, word-of-mouth had it that moose were out and about in Seward. I hadn’t seen one since moving here and was eagerly hoping that my luck would change. I wasn’t disappointed.
Merry Christmas! Our gift to you… bald eagles in a snow storm, taken on Christmas Eve.
Remember the juvenile eagle that dive-bombed us? The one that I talked about in our last post? Well, these may be his (or her) parents. We have since discovered that there are at least four adult bald eagles living in Seward, plus the two juveniles.
I’ll be honest: we knew almost nothing about Seward when we decided to move here.
On our trip from Homer back to Anchorage, we dropped by¹ and did a drive-through of the town (that didn’t take long). I also met the team at the facility where I hoped to work, and I liked the place and the people instantly. Seward also had a good word-of-mouth buzz, both from tourists we talked to at Denali and locals that we met in Anchorage and other places. The latter carries extra weight—when an Alaskan tells you they like something within their state, you should pay attention.
That being said, the wise thing would’ve been to spend a little more time in Seward before moving all of our belongings cross country, committing long-term to a job, and moving to this tiny, remote town. But that’s how we roll, man.