As every seasoned birder knows, you should always be prepared for anything and everything when you’re out on the trail. Basics kit, like binoculars and camera, along with a notebook and pen, should be second (or first) nature. A couple days ago I was not prepared; no binoculars, no camera, nothing, when I had an up-close and personal encounter with an American Bald Eagle—sort of.
Here’s what happened: I was out taking my daily health walk on the nearby hike and bike trail. I was on the home stretch, thinking about a cup of tea since it was 24 degrees and windy, when about 50 yards ahead of me I saw a bald eagle coming straight for me. The bird was flying at eye level, pumping like crazy, trying to get some altitude. Gorgeous white head, black body and wings—the symbol of America coming right to me!
I froze in place, the “flight or fight” messages passed through my brain, sending mixed signals to my thinning blood. All I could manage in the thought category was, “I hope this critter knows what she’s doing and gets a bit higher.”
The bird was about 25 feet away when it suddenly banked right. I was going to yell, “chicken” when I realized it was not a bald eagle. It was a basic American Crow carrying a sandwich-size piece of white bread.













