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The other morning, there was a thick and mysterious fog over the city and all the eagles were flying low beneath it right in front of my car window at 7 am.
As I got off the highway,
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I saw a dead one laying on the side of the road and
standing upright on its belly was a living eagle. It gestured with its beak toward the unseeing eye of the other, then
it seemed like time slowed with my car, and as I approached, it looked me right in the eye and held my gaze with a
look of such alien sorrow and intelligence.
It felt like we were communicating. some sort of understanding between species passed
between us.
It was wrenching.
I heard from a friend later that eagles mate for life.
As I got off the highway,
[
I saw a dead one laying on the side of the road and
standing upright on its belly was a living eagle. It gestured with its beak toward the unseeing eye of the other, then
it seemed like time slowed with my car, and as I approached, it looked me right in the eye and held my gaze with a
look of such alien sorrow and intelligence.
It felt like we were communicating. some sort of understanding between species passed
between us.
It was wrenching.
I heard from a friend later that eagles mate for life.