If I had, I definitely would have pointed out that the eagle is doing the butterfly, not the breast stroke.

swimming.oh.never mind.—–That is too cool. They keep telling me that we have Bald Eagles here, but I’ve yet to see one in the wild. (One possible sighting last summer, from a long enough distance that it was still hard to tell for sure in 10 X 50s.)I’ve certainly never seen one do that before.We’ve got plenty of turkey buzzards, though, and I’ve seen some hawks. Last summer a really huge one came out of fracking nowhere while I was talking to the neighbor in the front yard. It just materialized at a bajillion miles an hour from overhead, slammed into the low branches of a pine tree not ten meters from us (startling the hell out of us, by the way), and snatched a big fat squirrel without ever really landing.It was scary, but breathtaking as he beat his wings, struggling for altitude. He got about to the tops of the trees (maybe 50m away), but dropped the thrashing squirrel.Then he did this stall, a magnificently graceful pirouette in the sky, and dive bombed the little sucker and reclaimed his prize on the ground. He must have gotten a better grip that time, and flew off.It was amazing, because it was right there in front of us.