On my jog yesterday, I had a “Close Encounter” with the bird world’s equivalent of a rock star … a bald eagle. There’s a small, posh development on the marsh about a half mile from our condo. A “bobby pin” street juts out into the marsh, providing beautiful views of the water on three sides. It’s the perfect place to see wading birds, and I frequently jog there in the early morning.
I was in the zone, not paying much attention, when a huge black and white bird swoops out of a street-side live oak tree directly across my path. It was a beautiful, mature eagle with all the classic markings, and must have had an 8 foot wingspan. With a few elegant flaps of its large wings, it was over the marsh, flying south.
Bald eagles are very rare on our Island, and after 7 months here, this was my first sighting. As we said in the oil exploration business, “Luck counts too”. And frequently, it’s just about being at the right place at the right time.