Sometimes, at my job site, we work outdoors.
We get visitors passing through like the black bear last year. Well, this time the unexpected guest was a bald eagle.
Tuesday he spent a majority of the morning in a bare tree. He was easy enough to spot, they are huge. Eventually a mob of crows moved in, and carried on as if they were the local gangstas. Lots of posturing and cawing. Quite the show.
According to Yahoo! Answers a mob of crows gather at the sight of a predator (eagle or hawk) and try to chase it away. Because they are safer and more intimidating in large numbers, they gather into a mob and act as one unit.
Once the show was over, and the crows were gone, the eagle took to the sky. He rode the wind in long spirals over our heads, the neighboring fields and low mountains round the valley. The wind near the ground was blowing so hard I could barely see. I put on my safety glasses and watched with envy. Not once did I catch him flapping his wings, he just floated in a circle as if attached to a kite string.
Wednesday was even more awesome. The winds were strong again, and he rode so low to the ground we could almost count the feathers. The scene was beautiful.
Not a crow in site. I guess they knew when to stay away.
After a while he landed in the tallest pine around, and stretched his wings. Luckily it wasn’t far from us. We watched him and he watched us.
Its strange when something like this happens. I felt a union with him. Like somehow we knew each other and maintained an understanding. As incredible as it sounds, we took measure of each other and decided to be friends.
Okay, I decided to be his friend, he was willing to tolerate me as an acquaintance.
This strange union meant everything to me. Whether true or not, those moments made me one with nature.
Check it out. Nature is a powerful thing.