Bald Eagle

I walked to the bank today and withdrew cash to give to Cinda for taking care of Cory and my condo. The cat loves her and she left the house cleaner than she found it. She’s a keeper. As I was walking home I heard the sound of a bald eagle close by. In case you’ve only heard them in movies, you might not have known that’s what it was. Eagle cries are high and chirpy, not the macho sound they play in many movies. Those are hawks or some other harsh voiced raptors, not eagles. But this was and it was up in a tree across the street from the Firehouse Cafe where we often stop for coffee and attend performances. My photo isn’t great because he was too high up but it was great to see and hear him. I felt a bit better today. Still laying low anyway.