He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
I took this photograph last year, and thought it might be appropriate to post it up for Thanksgiving, for my American buddies. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season.
"The bald eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus), our
national bird, is the only eagle unique to North America. The bald eagle's scientific name signifies a sea (halo) eagle (aeetos) with a white (leukos) head. At one time, the word "bald" meant "white," not hairless."