No, Jay, Peter didn’t decide to roast me over an open fire. Well, at least not yet ...

 

Wikipedia describes The Homer Spit as a narrow 7 km (4.5 mile) long gravel bar that extends into the bay. The end of the spit serves as the home for 200 to 300 bald eagles. When Peter first described it to me I imagined it to be a rugged, rocky outpost in the middle of the bay. In fact it’s quite developed. There are small businesses positioned at various points along its length, and there’s even a hotel at its end - rather aptly called Lands End. All of which makes it even harder to understand why someone would want to overtake us at high speed as we were about half-way out there. But there you go.

 

The eagles are amazing to behold. Apparently there’s a local woman who feeds them at regular times each day, although we didn’t get to see that. Just why they would need feeding I’m not sure. I would have though they would be more than capable of fending for themselves. I dunno, I guess there’s been a decline in their natural prey of late; we only saw one person walking a small dog the whole time we were out there.