Lately, I have had a little cough. Still, just before the dusk, my girlfriend and I decided to take our skis and go to search white-tailed eagles, once again. We skied over the endless ice and enjoyed the silence. Only the slowly falling snow and birds gave us company. We saw a distant flock of birds, hooded crows and some ravens. They seemed to search remains of fish, left by a fishermen who keeps fishing nets under ice. Then, suddenly, a bigger bird came behind us, flew almost over, and went towards the other birds. It flew far away, and we followed it. Soon we came closer, and we started to ski by it. The great eagle watched us, and I put my tripod over the ice. I managed to catch some photos with my PowerShot, blessed with super zoom optics. Even though we were far away, the shy bird of pray raised on its wings, and escaped from us. It flew against the distant trees of an island, until it disappeared in the snowfall. We went after it. Ravens sang their odd, hollow song in a forest, and I tried to goggle the white-tailed eagle. Suddenly, I saw it through my binoculars. It was sitting on a snowy spruce. We went closer and closer. I managed to set my tripod, take a photo and flew away again. It disappeared behind the big island, and the darkness started to fall down. There was a risk to get lost in the endless whiteness, why I took my map and compass. We knew our destination, and we came back to home, both cameras being full of snowy photos about the white-tailed eagle, the king of inland waters 🙂