I had Richard the taxi driver (and novelist) drop me off on the spit at Homer, Alaska.   First, however he took me past a light pole with some eagles on it at the cannery parking lot, when I got out of the taxi to photograph them, they just laughed at me and flew away.    He also drove me by, and introduced me to Jean 'the Eagle Lady', she's been feeding Homer's winter eagles for over twenty years from fish scraps from the cannery. Jean had cancer then, and may not be arround at the trailer on the spit.*    But the eagles will be there.    I spent all afternoon hanging out on the spit waiting for my taxi plane ride to McNeil, and, while I was there on the beach, a couple of eagles came by and danced for me.