As we were walking the dogs on the far side of the river this morning, Carole spotted a young bald eagle sitting in a birch snag on our property, back across the river. After a few moments, he flew off casually to the southeast, low along the river. Huge. I've seen eagles flying higher up, but because this one flew so low, with the trees as background, we had a better sense of scale. Huge.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

1 thought on “Eagle”

  1. Eagles always surprise me. I expect birds to be little darts of movement, too fast for my eyes to catch. But to see something as big as an eagle flying is almost to defy physics.

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