The bedraggled Eagle circled me once - then lit atop a nearby fir tree.  He had a six-foot wingspread and looked mighty angry. I was concerned that I might be his next target, but he was so exhausted he just stared at me.  Then I wondered if he would topple to the ground.  As he tried to dry his feathers, it seemed to me that this beleaguered Eagle symbolized America in its current trials.