“Sing a song about a birdie”. Ada was looking up (I thought) at a pigeon or a mocking bird perched on the telephone pole just above our heads She often asks for songs about things she sees around her. I sang “Oh. The little birdie way up in the sky” to a little tune I made up on the spot. Then I looked up. The bald eagle perched like a dignified statesman from the 18th century. He was looking over his right shoulder-blizzard white head, serious golden eye and orange-yellow beak like a hook. I gasped, grabbed Ada and ran for Ed and the camera.
By the time we were outside again- he was in our oak tree. We watched as he lifted off weightlessly, soundlessly and unphotographed. He soared magnificently down our block and vanished.
Five minutes passed. We were still outside when, he reappeared, passing our house and lighting on a pole across the street. That’s when Ed got this picture- the amazing election day bald eagle.
Bald Eagle Visits the Magic Zoo on Election Day
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