Eagle Maniac
Yep, it's after 3 and I'm still up. What can I say?
But since I am still awake, I figure I should chronical one of the strangest series of events I have ever seen. It happened today, without warning.
Aaron and I were sitting in the living room together, and Greebo (my cat) was laying curled up beneath the big window. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something big and brownish in color hurtling toward the window. Before I could blink, I heard a THWUMP! followed by the sound of flapping wings. Aaron looked at me and said, "What was that?"
"A bird just tried to fly through the window." I was in a sort of shock, I guess, because I got up and looked at the feathers and talon-marks in the center of the glass, and it took me a moment to see the big, beautiful (but a little stunned looking) bird of prey sitting on a frozen tree branch in the center of the yard, not 15 feet away. After a couple of minutes, the bird flew off, and I told Aaron I thought it was an eagle or maybe a hawk. It was probably about 2-2.5 feet long and had an amazing wing-span of I'd guess close to 5 feet or more. Perhaps the bird mistook my 13lb monster for a rabbit or something, but in any case, I looked up photos until I identified the bird - a golden eagle. They are uncommon but not unheard of in this part of the country/state.
Not 15 minutes later, I was on the phone with my mother-in-law when I heard another noise and walked to the breakfast nook windows to look outside. The eagle sat in our tree again, before eyeing me at the window and soaring off. There in the snow right beside our doorstep was a bird of another sort. It was blue-gray and tan, with a wingspan of about 15 inches. On its back were spots of blood, and it just lay there as the snow drifted down onto it, shivering. Such a pitiful sight.
Aaron, bless him, did what I couldn't do and gave the poor thing mercy after discovering that it was losing alarming amounts of blood from a gash on the neck.
All in all, we're fine, but that eagle certainly had an unprofitable day of hunting. If I believed in omens, I'd be worried, indeed.
But since I am still awake, I figure I should chronical one of the strangest series of events I have ever seen. It happened today, without warning.
Aaron and I were sitting in the living room together, and Greebo (my cat) was laying curled up beneath the big window. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something big and brownish in color hurtling toward the window. Before I could blink, I heard a THWUMP! followed by the sound of flapping wings. Aaron looked at me and said, "What was that?"
"A bird just tried to fly through the window." I was in a sort of shock, I guess, because I got up and looked at the feathers and talon-marks in the center of the glass, and it took me a moment to see the big, beautiful (but a little stunned looking) bird of prey sitting on a frozen tree branch in the center of the yard, not 15 feet away. After a couple of minutes, the bird flew off, and I told Aaron I thought it was an eagle or maybe a hawk. It was probably about 2-2.5 feet long and had an amazing wing-span of I'd guess close to 5 feet or more. Perhaps the bird mistook my 13lb monster for a rabbit or something, but in any case, I looked up photos until I identified the bird - a golden eagle. They are uncommon but not unheard of in this part of the country/state.
Not 15 minutes later, I was on the phone with my mother-in-law when I heard another noise and walked to the breakfast nook windows to look outside. The eagle sat in our tree again, before eyeing me at the window and soaring off. There in the snow right beside our doorstep was a bird of another sort. It was blue-gray and tan, with a wingspan of about 15 inches. On its back were spots of blood, and it just lay there as the snow drifted down onto it, shivering. Such a pitiful sight.
Aaron, bless him, did what I couldn't do and gave the poor thing mercy after discovering that it was losing alarming amounts of blood from a gash on the neck.
All in all, we're fine, but that eagle certainly had an unprofitable day of hunting. If I believed in omens, I'd be worried, indeed.
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