I moved to this state in January 2003, during the heart of eagle season along the Skagit River. You were supposed to be able to drive upriver and see little white heads all over the place. My mom and I went up there, and I went up there again a few days later, and we hardly saw any.
These days, I tell you, I see them flying over I-5 almost daily. I see them in the trees and overhead during tribal salmon ceremonies. They’re everywhere.