[Maple Beach looking north to Vancouver across Boundary Bay*]
This photograph reminded me of a tragic occurrence during a visit to Maple Beach at Pt. Roberts, Washington in 1993 to see my brother. Taking my dog, Dwight, a Doberman Pinscher, for a leashed walk onto the beach at low tide I saw a couple allowing their German Shepherd puppy loose to run in the sand. Although I warned them about eagles in the vicinity they scoffed at my warning that a 3-month old puppy was about the size of a lamb could be swept away in moments with them unable to do anything.
Three days later it was in the local news, and the awful thing was the bald eagle that took the puppy had a nest atop the Douglas Fir in my brother's backyard. At first my brother was puzzled why Dwight refused to go outside onto the back deck, then it became apparent why. Even weeks later Dwight would look up at the tree to see if the eagle was there before going out. If the bird was there Dwight went back inside.
I spent a wonderful, relaxing three months at Pt. Roberts in 1993, and the photo reveals the beauty of the area.
Photo Credits: wikipedia.
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