It appeared at a distance, then quickly advanced. In the sky, it looked like a hawk at first, but everything looked redder in the late day’s last bit of sun. The wingspan seemed larger than a hawk’s and as it neared I could see it was a bald eagle.
Might and majesty cresting overhead against a brilliant blue sky. This was the second one I’d seen in about as many months, and in the same area as well – they must reside in the nearby vicinity. A comforting thought unless you’re a fish or squirrel. Although if you’re a fish or a squirrel I suppose that’s just a small portion of the daily worries, especially in the winter.
When you boil things down to survival, so little else feels important.
