I saw a HUGE bird swoop through the locust trees in the side yard the other day. It was mostly black but there was a flash of white, I thought, and it had the wingspan of a heron or larger but a large, heavy body. It seemed to land over on the porch of a neighboring camp. I thought it was an eagle so I rushed down toward the beach. Not on the porch. I did see a bird in a tree. It flew away and I saw it was only a crow. BFC.
At our Summer Sounds concert a few days later, jazz singer Jenni Johnson sang Bye Bye Blackbird. In the outro, I thanked her for playing the theme song for my yard.
“Huh?” she said.
So I told the story of the SR-71 swooping through the yard the other day. I had first thought it was a B-52, it was so large, but I looked closely and I was pretty sure it was an SR-71. It seemed to land over on the porch so I rushed down toward the beach. It flew away and I saw it was only a crow. Bye bye, black bird.
Turns out I was right the first time. We do have a nesting pair of bald eagles nearby; I took this snapshot on walkies yesterday when I fortuitously had a 400mm lens along.
I’ve never seen Bald Eagles down here in SE Texas, but I frequently saw them at Beaver Lake near Eureka Springs, Arkansas. They are stately birds.
Ben Franklin opposed them as choice for the National Bird of the United States because he claimed they are scavengers. He favored the Wild Turkey. Heaven forbid because I have killed dozens of wild turkeys in SE Texas forests.
I have also killed dozens of Wild Turkey fifths in SE Texas bars.
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