Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Birds Flock Together

Sometimes, just like Amelie, you look up at just the right times and you see something wondrous. Just now, I looked out my window, the same as the view in this picture. And there, floating gracefully on the winds, as if it were some jelly fish of the sky, was a bald eagle, in the middle of Seattle. It was close enough and slow enough that I could clearly identify it.

And immediately, for the next five seconds that it remained in view, it was harassed by two large seagulls. Though large for their family, they were rather diminutive compared to this great bird of prey. And though it ruled the skies, the eagle seemed either unable or uninterested in resisting the dive bombing gulls. It didn't respond in the slightest, but continued serenely on its way.

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