I was walking on the beach in Discovery Bay (Port Townsend) this morning and
saw an eagle hounding an otter in the water which had a dead looking seabird
(bufflehead?) in its mouth. Every time the otter came up for air the eagle
had a go at it, but the otter got back under. The eagle was really working to
hold its position in the strong wind. This went on for fifteen minutes or so
and I was wondering who would tire first when the otter ducked into the
marina entrance. The eagle plunged down after it again, came up with a small
fish as a sort of consolation prize, and headed off. I've never seen a bald
eagle work so hard.

Richard Isherwood