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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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Im sitting here working..... happen to gaze out the window and there in the front of the house upposite, in the topmost branches is sitting an American bald eagle.....
It is so..... preditorial looking.....
YAY
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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I don't suppose you got a pic?
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
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i tried but my cameras battery wad not charged
Sigh.....
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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How marvellous! Seeing a really big bird close by is quite a thrill. In 1959 I went on holiday with two beautiful straight young men and one night it was raining so hard that we could not put up a tent and had to sleep in the car. It was so uncomfortable that I woke next morning really early. We were in the Camargue in southern France and surrounded by flamingos and wild horses but I saw an osprey (otherwise called a sea eagle) plunge into the lagoon and resurface and fly off with a large fish in its talons. It was amazing and made enough of an impression on me so that I still remember it.
Will you remember your bald eagle when you are 73?
Love
Anthony
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I lived in Northern Idaho for a time. It's a mountainous region and an area where eagles nest and raise their young. So after awhile I got used to the sight of them, even of their lifting large trout out of the lakes. One day I was showing some out of state visitors around. I pointed ahead of me and asked "what is that?" One of the ladies looked towards my pointing finger and gasped.
"Oh my God," she said, "an eagle!"
"No.. no, not that," I replied, "down there on the ground; that little yellow bird."
She looked down and said, "that's just a damned yellow finch."
She then looked at me like I was some kind of nut to be excited over some common little song bird when there was a majestic eagle perched atop a tree. But I had never seen a bright yellow finch before and was quite enthralled. (Today I have a number of them coming to my feeders.) But, I guess it's all a matter of what you are used to.
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