hello eagle

The other morning I waited at the bus stop minding my own, when out of the corner of my eye I saw our resident bald eagle, perched a few hundred feet away. For the five minutes I waited, I watched him on the edge of a roof, nipping at something under his wing, then stare regally out at the bay.

I've never seen a bald eagle so close. It was really something.

And then I went to work.

The end.