Last year we were driving up the laneway towards the house when I spied a familiar form perched in the birch tree in front of the bow window. It was familiar only from films and photos because I knew I'd never seen this bird before. It was a bald eagle and I could hardly believe a real bald eagle was sitting there as calm as you please in front of our house. It was exactly like its iconic image...white head, dark body, yellow hooked beak and as we neared the house, I could even see its yellow talons. He was massive looking and seemed totally unafraid of our presence. I ran in the house to the living room to try to see him, but he was too high up in the tree. I ran back outside and snuck looks from around the corner at him. Amazing. He was slowly turning his handsome head left and right, so erect and proud looking, I could see why the Americans made him both their national bird and animal. Then I thought of my camera, raced inside to get it, but when I went back out, he had gone. I had missed his takeoff which I wanted to see. Imagine those massive wings sweeping upward. I returned inside to jealous hubby...you're never that excited to see me, he says.
But really, he liked seeing the eagle too and he had never seen one here before; sadly we've not seen him since.