Locals had been telling us about an eagle's nest near the lighthouse and after driving around, getting lost,we finally spotted pretty close to where we began our search close to the main road...the bathtub sized nest swayed on a tall beech tree limb about 60 feet from the ground...magnificent.  We are starting to feel like locals a tiny bit, and Jack is warming to the idea of returning here next year..even though he swore he would not do this again -- too much work and stress, he said.  But now, after a week, we are hitting our equilibrium and feeling a bit more confident.  The township people are glad we are here, and it's nice to feel appreciated for the work we HOPE we are doing right.  Caring for an historic site is daunting.  We will hate to leave this idyllic spot but alas, we must return to our real lives soon.  The lighthouse is swept, polished, dusted...windows cleaned for the tours tomorrow.  We slipped out after our chores this afternoon to see Brys Estate Winery, the only winery on the peninsula (45th parallel) that grows its own grapes nearly completely.  We were the only ones there so Jack had the luxury of time to ask the poor guy behind the counter about 184 questions, which were ALL patiently answered.  Jack has decided he may go into the wine drinking business after making our careful purchases.  This will part of  our secret stash at home!