Our bald eagle returns, slowly, leisurely soaring over us.
White head and white tail gleam in the sun as he turns with just a
curl of the tip of his wing. We lie back to watch and he passes
over us in silence.
Our bald eagle returns, slowly, leisurely soaring over us.
White head and white tail gleam in the sun as he turns with just a
curl of the tip of his wing. We lie back to watch and he passes
over us in silence.