We saw two bald eagles (or the same one twice) yesterday while visiting my mother in Redmond. I imagine that means the one we saw some months ago in the same area (eastern end of the 520 bridge) wasn't just passing through.
FYI: people organizing breakfast still have to telephone my number if they would like my presence at the event - I can't hear the downstairs telephone from my garret, plus telephonically I'm a separate unit from the main household.
I like calling it my garret. I love that I live in a garret now. I love that garret is one step away from garrote if you misspell it searching in the dictionary, and I love that it is from garite which means watchtower or refuge.
