
There’s a two or three year old juvenile eagle in a tree ahead, giving me the eagle-eye. He’s almost as big as an adult, but he doesn’t have the bald (white) head yet, and his beak is only half yellow.
If I come any closer, he’ll fly away. It’s kinda funny, cuz if he wanted to, he could sink those six-inch talons into my neck and open my skull like a can of beans with his beak.
Eagles are sea birds. They love to have fish over for dinner, and will even transport them to their nests free of charge, but after the lakes freeze over, road-kill tops the menu.
juvenile eagles
always give me a craving
for fudge swirl ice cream
–photo by me
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What a beautiful photo of this young Eagle. Such fierce predators with higher vision- itβs no wonder many nations and rulers have taken Eagles as their totems for respect. I see why your poem and chocolate swirl ice cream are a treat. ππβ¨
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Thank you, Shelley!
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