We turned the corner and there he was. We dared not pull up any further to avoid spooking him. So I did the standard routine of getting out of the truck very carefully and not shutting the door. I did not know we had pulled up beside a large puddle of stagnant water. I’m very carefully doing the routine of take a shot, take a couple steps, take a shot. I vaguely remember my husband shouting “Shut the door, SHUT THE DOOR!” Which of course scared the eagle away.
Back at the truck, the entire cab is filled with mosquitoes. Clif is standing in the back, dousing himself with bug repellant. The eagle has flown back to a tree just out of range and - is that a smirk?
Back at the truck, the entire cab is filled with mosquitoes. Clif is standing in the back, dousing himself with bug repellant. The eagle has flown back to a tree just out of range and - is that a smirk?
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