I know the sound of an eagle's cry, because I used to watch Northern Exposure. I've heard that eagles live along the James River now. I even saw one once, from the car when we were driving back from Tidewater on Route 5. I was looking up in the trees for mistletoe and there he was, doing that Sam the Eagle pose. Other than that, though, I haven't seen any. Till today.
I was walking out on Libby Hill Park, out on the bluff near the fountain, and I heard that cry. Eagle? Here? Looking up, I saw an eagle, soaring not too high above, cream and gold. He circled over me and two cyclists who stopped to point up into the sky, at him, then drifted off towards Bloody Run.
132 words | December 17, 2004 09:41 PM | Real true story