Monday, March 26, 2012

When Eagles Die

Several years ago on my way from DC to Annapolis I saw a bald eagle soar across the highway and up the Anacostia River.  It was the first and only time I've seen one in the wild.  I'll never forget it.

From the Washington Post...
“His tail is really nice,” declared Dennis Wiist, a U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service specialist. He held the bird in two gloved hands, briskly considering the huge dark wings folded across its trunk, the talons locked in a final clinch, the beak slightly ajar. 
“And a really good head,” Wiist said as he laid the bird on the stainless steel table and began probing with practiced fingers. “That’s good; we are desperate for good heads.” 
It was that unmistakable white head — spotted by a Metro Blue Line commuter during rush hour — that launched this bird on its strange journey from a train track in Alexandria to the U.S. Eagle Repository on the outskirts of Denver, the only legal supplier of bald eagle parts used in Native American religious ceremonies.

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