I saw a pair of eagles today, in of all places, perched across from a
RaceTrac gas station on suburban Pleasant Hill Road.

I had just tanked up and emptied my bank account and was waiting at the light when I noticed an enormous bird with wings spread
in the tiptop of a tree across the street.
I thought it must be a kite eating tree
clinging to a bird shaped frame.

Then the stately shape folded its wings and revealed another large deep brown bird that swooped, talons dangling, to a lower tree.

The light changed and I turned the corner, craning my neck to catch a closer look.
As soon as I got home, I called the Dept of Natural Resources to report the sighting.
Evidently, immature bald eagles do not have white heads, but are old enough to mate.
And golden eagles do not nest in Georgia, but are known to migrate.
At least the Resource officers shared my thrill!

Praise to the Lord, who o'er all
things so wondrously reigneth,
Who, as on wings of an eagle,
uplifteth, sustaineth.

(Neander/Winkworth)