There are few things in this life one can witness as majestic as the flight of an eagle, or for that matter to see one perched on a limb! Over forty years ago I witnessed a flock of crows attacking a golden eagle near Roosevelt Lake in Arizona. The flock of 5 or 6 crows (or maybe ravens?) was attacking the eagle, because they are natural enemies, and it took the crows only moments to force the beautiful raptor to the ground, before my eyes.
I quickly parked my Jeep and jacked a round into the chamber of my rifle. If the crows persisted in their attack, I would take the side of the eagle and even the odds a bit. I guess they sensed the threat I was, because it was only seconds until they had disappeared. They is one smart bird, them crows!! The eagle was forced to land in a brushy area where it was only able to waddle along in a way that could only tarnish its image as a majestic creature.
As I watched, it waddled it
I quickly parked my Jeep and jacked a round into the chamber of my rifle. If the crows persisted in their attack, I would take the side of the eagle and even the odds a bit. I guess they sensed the threat I was, because it was only seconds until they had disappeared. They is one smart bird, them crows!! The eagle was forced to land in a brushy area where it was only able to waddle along in a way that could only tarnish its image as a majestic creature.
As I watched, it waddled it