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I saw one of the eagles this morning, high up, over the hill behind the soccer field. We watched for a bit, against a clear blue sky on a gorgeous morning. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude wasn't quite sure it was an eagle, until the first crow showed up--and looked small by comparison. We stood, and watched, and other people were doing the same. We talked to a few of them about the eagles, and to one about other birds: he's particularly delighted by the swallows that swoop and dart over that field, hunting insects. We didn't go on until the eagle disappeared behind a ridge.
cattitude wasn't quite sure it was an eagle, until the first crow showed up--and looked small by comparison. We stood, and watched, and other people were doing the same. We talked to a few of them about the eagles, and to one about other birds: he's particularly delighted by the swallows that swoop and dart over that field, hunting insects. We didn't go on until the eagle disappeared behind a ridge.