So I just saw an eagle.  I believe it’s only the second one that I’ve seen in my life.  (I went through an embarrassing phase upon arriving in Virginia in which I thought all those vultures were eagles, but I got over that.)

It looked truly enormous, even from a distance — much larger, I think, than the eagles I’ve seen in Youtube videos; I’m not sure what the story there is.

This comes a day after a veritably massive heron took me off guard, too.  (It was like a pterodactyl.  It buzzed me like Maverick buzzes the tower in Top Gun.)

I keep trying to get pictures for you guys; I’d love to run photos here.  But I’m always too clumsy in grabbing, pointing and shoot my camera.  (I need to practice drawing and shooting really quickly, like maybe one of those Westworld robots.)

After my vain attempt to get a shot of tonight’s eagle, it occurred to me that if I knew where it nested, I could at least keep my eye out.  So started eyeballing the treelines in my neighborhood.  I might have looked funny, because I had to squint, because my eyes aren’t what they used to be, and I’ve been told that I look “grudgy” when I squint, like I’m “looking for revenge or something.”  So I probably look like a lunatic walking around now, vengefully squinting upward, like a dude just waiting for the Martians to attack again so he can finally fight back.

My neighbors think I’m weird enough.  I can tell by the questions they ask me.

I’ll keep you guys posted.