The bemused Bald Eagle was captured by birder and photographer, Ray Belding. He, the Eagle, although mayhap Ray too, seems to wonder at the folly of it all.
Madness, this mid-term campaign, like 2 sparring Bald Eagles,
“a fierce, gyrating wheel,/ four beating wings, two beaks,
a swirling mass tight grappling,/ in tumbling turning clustering loops,
straight downward falling.”*
stump speeches promising chickens & snowmobiles in every pot;
but I doubt equal opportunity is on the real agenda.
Our best? Really?
*from Walt Whitman’s “The Dalliance of the Eagles”
The Dalliance of the Eagles
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.
— Walt Whitman, The Dalliance of the Eagles