Nineteen degrees and blue skies, a perfect day for window watching. An azure sky engulfed the horizon. The Sun's soft yellow turned bright when a zephyr blew back it's morning cover.
Two eagles soared into view. The pair had been using our yard as a jungle-gym for over two weeks. With a lazy-swoop, they landed in a great oak tree. They rested a few feet from our window. The female looked on, as the male took to flight. He buzzed our house flying low. I ran from the living room to our dining room window for a better look at him. Jetting between cedars he maneuvered. Then he rose straight up to a sky-blue stage.
Mighty wings quickly had him gliding on thermal winds. Soon a second male joined the exhibit. Both eagles flew circling the Sun, surfing the currants. Their wings were stretched tight, being carried even higher. For a moment we lost sight of them.
As they reappeared, the two were cartwheeling to the earth below. Tumbling down like acrobats. Their intended prize calmly watched from her perch as my husband, and I excitedly gazed on. Just as quickly as the descent started, it ended. The challengers broke free from one another’s talons. They returned to the heavens, pushing even higher. We, three onlookers, watched in amazement. The two competitors seemed to occupy the same space measuring each other.
The would-be queen sat loftily on her perch. Waiting to see who would be victorious. With a loud cry, she called to them then fluffed out her plumage.
We watched the smaller bird soar away, maybe a bit wiser for the next time. Her victor began his rapid descent feet first. Almost in a free fall, he plummeted to her side. The discovery channel could not compare to our front row seat.
He fanned his tail feathers while using his wings like rotors. He kited straight to her branch. No sooner did he touch the limb that she rested on and he was air-born once more. Hugging the earth, he flew close enough for us to see the nostrils in his beak. A casual flick of wing turned supersonic, and he cleared the tree line. A single tail feather floated down, resting on the frozen ground.
Gracefully she took to air as merrily we watched them leave our sight. We stood for several minutes eager for their return, but they took their merriment elsewhere, leaving us to ponder.
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