Although he's in a tree, whenever I see a bald eagle I'm reminded of the poem "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Great shot. I am glad you had a good visit with MB she is a nice lady. I love that poem.
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The Eagle has landed. Nice shot it is.
ReplyDeleteFollowing your comment in Moscow blog: and then the nurses will come and observing all the honors, will led me into a madhouse. I am still laughing, loudly and heartily to your comment...
ReplyDeleteFantastic shot! I'm jealous. We used to see bald eagles in south Florida, but I never was able to get a good shot of one!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great shot...I'm so glad you two were able to connect!!
ReplyDeleteLiz, excellent shot. Ya done good!!!
ReplyDeleteEven though I have seen quite a few Eagles they still are awesome to me. MB
Nice to have a helping friend. IT IS A SUPER AWESOME SHOT! WOW! WOW!
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