When bald eagles die in Unalaska, it’s the beginning of a long journey. Literally. Many of them travel thousands of miles and find second lives in the Lower 48.
When Damian Lopez-Plancarte walks into the Wildlife Trooper office and opens the freezer, it looks like Thanksgiving.
The shelves are jammed full of turkey-shaped items wrapped in plastic. But none of them are turkeys.
“Here we have one, two, three four, five dead eagles,” says Lopez Plancarte, counting each one..