Re: The thread for birds and birding
Gurt's post from earlier today reminded me of something spectacular that happened to us back in 1999 when we lived in the southwest corner of Wyoming. Usually, when we drove into Salt Lake City, we'd take I-80 the whole way. For this trip, though, we decided to take county roads through the mountains to get there instead.
We are driving along, listening to Chestnut Mare by The Byrds, while the section quoted below is playing, when we drive past the carcass of a dead mule deer, upon which an eagle is feeding. It starts flying along next to us, maybe 12 feet away, no further, at the same speed we are driving, about 8 feet off the ground, for maybe 250 feet or more.
We are all agog. The kids still remark on it 14 years later as one of the most amazing things in their life, having an eagle escort us (or us escort the eagle) for a stretch of roadway like that.
Talk about synchronicity! Music by the Byrds, lyrics about an eagle, as a wild eagle flies alongside us, keeping pace.
Gurt's post from earlier today reminded me of something spectacular that happened to us back in 1999 when we lived in the southwest corner of Wyoming. Usually, when we drove into Salt Lake City, we'd take I-80 the whole way. For this trip, though, we decided to take county roads through the mountains to get there instead.
We are driving along, listening to Chestnut Mare by The Byrds, while the section quoted below is playing, when we drive past the carcass of a dead mule deer, upon which an eagle is feeding. It starts flying along next to us, maybe 12 feet away, no further, at the same speed we are driving, about 8 feet off the ground, for maybe 250 feet or more.
We are all agog. The kids still remark on it 14 years later as one of the most amazing things in their life, having an eagle escort us (or us escort the eagle) for a stretch of roadway like that.
Talk about synchronicity! Music by the Byrds, lyrics about an eagle, as a wild eagle flies alongside us, keeping pace.
Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on
Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on
Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky
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