A great Bald Eagle, glorious in its strength and power struggled to take its prey, a possum too heavy for him to lift.. His great 6 ft. wingspan covered it like a vulture as he flexed his talons into it for a better grip. As I came upon him, I shivered as he paused and pierced me with threatening black eyes out of his brilliant white hood. His big golden hooked beak was parted, as he turned back to his work, and valiantly attempted to lift it off the ground, but only succeeded in dragging it another 30 feet before he had to drop it. Not leaving his prize, he lifted-off to a nearby 15 ft. limb on a big fir tree where he watched down on me, guarding his victim. I did not argue, and left.
Where was I? Deep in my beloved Cascade Mountains? No, I was outside my door in the Cascade foothills of “podunk” Duvall. The impact of this giant Bald Eagle has left me in awe with a feeling that I will never forget.
From my brindle Plott hound playing with the deer in the backyard, to my horses running by my window, to the Bald Eagle, and even cougar, lynx, and coyote, I love the wildlife around my cabin in the woods, and wouldn’t trade it for a Taj Mahal in the city.