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.