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| I just watched a juvenile bald eagle swoop, and swoop, and swoop at the surface of my pond, and then he flew up into a tree — I got my binoculars. In a couple of minutes I saw him swoop, and another juvenile bald eagle joined him and they both swooped, and swooped, and eventually one smacked the water with its talons. Once again it swung around and swooped at the surface of the pond — and snatched up a hen mallard — duck decoy!
The last I saw of him, he was flying away, decoy clutched in both feet, talons dug deeply into the plastic — six feet of no-tangle cord and a lead weight swinging wildly below him as he flew off through the treetops. I had been wondering where my decoys were getting off to. Frank Medicine Wolf Springer |
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