A juvenile eagle surprised me this morning on my bike ride. Perched on a power line that runs diagonally over the highway, the eagle was watching a dead raccoon that was in the middle of the road.
With mottled feathers and a scruffed up tail, the young eagle was patiently waiting for a chance to swoop down and claim some road kill.
Two hours later, when we drove the same route, there was absolutely no sign of a dead animal on this patch of highway. The eagle was patient and it was watching.