"He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls."

 

The Eagle

  Tennyson

 

This eagle was was far from crags and oceans, actually it was

asleep in a pasture when we first saw it. Once I started siddling

up it gave me the fish eye. Then a huge flock of hundreds of starlings

appeared they did not mob it they just watched but the eagle had seen

enough and flew away.

 

 

 

"No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still.
The forest knows Where you are.
You must let it find you."

 

from Lost

By Mary Oliver