The Eagle Has Landed

We have a bald eagle in our neighborhood. Probably more than one, because there's a nest across the water. It sits in a tree near the river and looks for prey in the water and along the riverbank. The old men I chat with in the park sometimes while I'm walking Stanley tell me they've seen it pick up prey and carry it off. Of course, which old man you're talking to depends on which version of the story you get. Sometimes the prey is a small carp or bass from the water, other times it's a German Shepherd and sometimes it's a Volkswagen.

The eagle is sort of the celebrity of the neighborhood. Everyone's talking about it, and everyone wants to know what it's up to at all times. The people who haven't seen it yet are jealous.

I think I might even be stalking it. I sometimes cruise by the tree just to see if he or she is "home". I think about it when I'm walking my dog, and I feel compelled to see if the eagle is out for me to look at. I'm like a 15 year old girl calling my crush's house and hanging up. It's just fascinating. I love watching it in the tree. I've never seen an eagle in the wild before, and these things are just big and cool. It really doesn't move much; just moving it's head back and forth surveying the scene. I'm dying to see it take off, but so far it's just been sitting in the tree when I've seen it. I hope it continues to hang around the neighborhood, because it's cool and we need a little touch of celebrity in Northwest Ohio besides Jamie Farr & Katie Holmes.