He looks like one of my parrots
No wonder he likes flying
i'll bring peanuts for him, at the next Fly!
By the way, did anyone notice the mammoth and majestic eagle that was hovering way above us at the Jan. 27th Fly
Or were you guys too mesmerized by your own flying abilities?
Anyway, the magnificent bird showed up more than once... and i shouted for people to look at it... but i don't know if anyone heard me. This was a exquisite flying machine; it was no mere hawk!... this was either a Bald or a Golden Eagle. It was definitely not a Turkey Vulture. There are a good number of Bald Eagles in the Kankakee River system area... and it was most likely one of those. It was too high up to identify... but it was definitely huger than huge! Hawks and eagles are very aware of man-made kites... and like to watch them from a distance (from above); they (the hawks and eagles) are commonly seen by me when flying in the Kankakee area.
By the way, i lived in western Kansas for 3 years, and Turkey Vultures are indigenous to that area. They, because of the many road kills (that must taste like my mother-in-law's cooking) have greatly expanded their territory... and now happily live here in Illinois; they are neat in their own cadaverous but smooth-sailing way! i've been seeing a lot of hawks and falcons on the way to work lately!
from E. E. Cummings:
It was one of those clear,sharp,mistless days
That summer and man delight in.
Never had Heaven seemed quite so high,
Never had earth seemed quite so green,
Never had the world seemed quite so clean
Or sky so nigh.
And I heard the Deity's voice in
The sun's warm rays,
And the white cloud's intricate maze,
And the blue sky's beautiful sheen.
I looked to the heavens and saw him there,--
A black speck downward drifting,
Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed,
Nearer and nearer he slid through space,
In an unending aerial race,
This sailor who hailed
From the Clime of the Clouds.--Ever shifting,
On billows of air
And the blue sky seemed never so fair,
And the rest of the world kept pace.
On the white of his head the sun flashed bright;
And he battled the wind with wide pinions,
Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud,
Clearer and clearer he came into view,--
Bigger and blacker against the blue.
Then a dragon of cloud
Gathering all its minions
Rushed to the fight,
And swallowed him up in a bite;
And the sky lay empty clear through.
Long I watched. And at last afar
Caught sight of a speck in the vastness;
Ever smaller,ever decreasing,
Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day;
So into Heaven's vast fastness
Vanished that bar
Of black,as a fluttering star
Goes out while still on its way.
So I lost him. But I shall always see
In my mind
The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free;
The vista's sky,and the white cloud trailing,
And below the young earth's summer-green arbors,
And on high the eagle,--sailing,sailing
Into far skies and unknown harbors.