The juvenile bald eagles were, at low tide, giving it a go with the crabs. It was high entertainment, even if they really never held still for a good sketch moment. Even when their bodies are still, their heads are moving every 2 seconds or so.
I know it is not just sketching through the scope but the ability to hold what you see in your memory for just a moment, enough to get it on paper. I don’t have that memory muscle. Right now it is, make a line, look, make a line, look and so on. The ability to see the gestalt of the bird and get it down… one can dream.
