Soaring high above, just catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, running out into the field as fast as I can, hoping not to miss him. Wingspan fully outstretched up to seven feet wide, lifting him up then swooping down, just over head.
His ten primary feathers at the end of his wing visibly working hard to enable him to lift and drag, stiffly extended like the fingers of a hand.
Floating with a slight curl to his wings, as if grasping the air currants that carrying him great distances from just out of sight to back again. Who doesn't dream of flight, in the moment, joining with him as he glides?
Everything working together, each feather with a purpose, tail just at the right angle for the next pass by.
To the magnificent Golden Eagle may he continue to uplift us all...
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