The Eagles Are Coming!

I saw the strangest thing while on a walk with Julie and Evie yesterday. I couldn't take a picture of it because it would not have turned out. So here is the best description I can come up with right now. Eagles. Multiple. Flying above my house. Or as Crush, the turtle from "Finding Nemo," says, "First you were like, 'Woah!' And then we were like, 'WOAH!' And then you were like, 'Woah....' "

We started walking and Evie pointed to the sky and said, "Birds."

I responded, "Yes, Evie, those are birds. We see them every time we... Wow, look at the wingspan on that seagull... ... Wait... that's not a seagull. Great Caesar's Ghost! That's a bald eagle!" And as we watched, we noticed that the eagle was being chased by crows and seagulls. Lots of them. Our eyes looked for the edge of the cloud of birds. In doing so, we saw another bald eagle.

"I've never seen two at once," Julie said. But there weren't just two. Count with me. One, two, three, four! Four large birds hovering and soaring in the wind above our block of Grand Ave. Two were for sure bald eagles, the other two didn't have distinct white-feathered heads, so I don't know if they were hawks or eagles or men in costumes.

All of these large birds of prey were being squawked at by the crows and seagulls. They kept dive-bombing from above and behind the eagles. But the large birds just hovered or turned slightly or flapped a little to stay in place.

I'm curious what they were doing here. They were facing West - into the wind - toward the Navy base/water. Perhaps there was a massive amount of mice that came out to celebrate the Summer Solstice and the eagles were waiting until they got hammered enough to swoop down for an easy dinner. They - being intelligent birds - would know that they had plenty of daylight to watch this rodent celebration. It was all a matter of waiting for the right time to crash the party.

The other birds - scavengers that they are - did not like the fact that the varsity birds were trying to take the prime meat. They, too, only had to wait for the right time to jump into the mouse party. Only, they weren't hunters. They had to wait longer for the mice to get into an accident while driving home drunk.

I've officially taken this from "cool sighting" to "stupid story." Sorry. If I see the eagles again, I'll try to get my camera and capture it.