He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Eagle”
All Photos by Woodland Gnome, 2013
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Love the Eagle pictures Elizabeth!! We don’t see Eagles much around here, mostly Falcon, lot’s of different Hawks, Turkey Vultures and today I spotted several Black Vultures.
I started your board today!
Happy New Year!
Michael 🙂
Hi Michael. I’m just studying your photos. We had a group of large black birds in a tree across the street today, and I took photos, also. What synchronicity! Our birds aren’t the same- different beaks it looks like, but look identical from a distance. Maybe ours are big crows… Was odd looking when we came outside to see the big lumps of black bird in the tree! Thank you for starting on our board today.
We saw a wonderful heron today, too, but he moved before we could turn around and get back for the photo.
Happy (almost) New Year!
Elizabeth