Not long ago, the drift ice belt came to the sea of Rausu.
I’m far away now, but there was something left behind in the drift ice zone.
The eagles are still looking for food on the remaining drift ice.
A white-tailed eagle trying to stop on the drift ice in the morning sun.
The open wings have a stately beak, and the contrast of the slightly visible white tail
It seems to appeal its presence.
Annual drift ice pilgrimage.
The whimsical drift ice zone, which depends on the direction of the wind, is far away.
Although I could not meet the drift ice zone, Steller’s sea eagles and white-tailed eagles seeking food gather in the drift ice left in the harbor.
The sky was clear, and the sun that came out of Kunashiri Island was reflected on the surface of the sea like a mirror.
The real thrill of being able to enjoy it because the drift ice belt is far away.
The dignified silhouette of the white-tailed eagle standing on the drift ice created a king-like personality.