Bald eagle in Fountaintown
It was a dreary November morning with fog and drizzle. My husband, Kenny, and I were getting ready to go to work. Suddenly my cousin pulled up in the yard. He works at night and was just getting home. I opened up the door and he said, “Lisa get your camera, there’s a bald eagle at the end of the road.” I thought he was pulling my leg, but he assured me he was serious. I grabbed my camera, and Kenny and I jumped in his truck. Sure enough, sitting in a tree behind the little church at the end of our road was a bald eagle. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I have never seen a bald eagle except on TV, and here was one in Fountaintown. I rolled the truck window down and braced my camera on the door. I was hoping I could get a picture, even in the drizzle. Kenny decided to try and get closer for a better picture, but as soon as he opened the truck door the eagle took flight. I could not believe the wingspan. It was the most magnificent bird I have ever seen. To see our national bird in the wild gave me chill bumps. We followed in the direction he flew and saw him again much closer up. Once again, when we opened the truck door he flew off. We haven’t seen him since, but I will never forget that morning. Lisa Maready |
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