But I still have to be sort of impressed when I walk a block or two from my house and come across a damned bald eagle. Well, "come across" makes the encounter sound more dramatic than it was--it was at the top of a very tall tree and paid no attention to us whatsoever.
But I'm a city boy at heart, and, you know...EAGLE! It was like an airbrushed painting from the back window of an F-150 pickup had sprung to life, right in my neighborhood! (There wasn't much mistaking it, in case you're quite rightly doubting my identification skills--my lousy cellphone photography doesn't do it justice. The bright white head, and the sheer intimidating size. Those are crows sitting there in that photo, eyeing the visitor with some alarm, not sparrows.
And on President's Day! Anybody else here proud to be an American? Huh? Am I right? For a moment I felt certain that it was the reincarnated spirit of Jimmy Carter, come to bestow blessing on us. Then, you know, I checked Wikipedia. Now I'm thinking William McKinley.
Bird songs:
(These are also walking-in-February songs, conveniently enough.)
"Rooks"
(Shearwater)
"The Funny Bird"
(Mercury Rev)
4 comments:
in Toledo Ohio?? A bald eagle? wow!
Yeah, that's what I would've said. But I guess they come around. I remember my in-laws saying they'd seen one a year or two back. They are (probably) not scientists either, but know more about wildlife than me.
To put it in context, we're in Perrysburg, so it was right next to a pretty big river.
huge ass birds are sweet. they, like, eat OTHER BIRDS. that's like Reign of Fire shit
My mother is a notorious birder. I can't have a conversation with her without hearing about snorfbacked-shovelnoses, or rubyassed snowclouders (who NAMES these things, anyway?). Apparently Toledo has a decent population of baldies, according to her sources. Whoda thought?
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