Look, Look! Oh, Look and See!

Not a plane and not Superman.
Better.
It first caught my eye off to the right, just ahead, through the windshield as we drove from Rector to Kennett for our morning exercise routine.
It was the wing span, first. Huge. Expansive. Not a hawk.
My mouth formed an "ahhh..."  Is that "him?"
"Oh, Look!" I managed to stutter.
It might as well have been Jane talking to Dick.

"It's the eagle!"
The white head and tale were striking. That, and the golden beak. He soared overhead, just above the truck. It was real, flying just above me so that I could see its regal flight.

Marvin pulled to the shoulder and did a Dukes of Hazzard maneuver and we headed back toward the plowed field next to the levee.

The eagle was sitting on a row top, looking for a treat. He rose in flight and glided over the levee, swooped down, then pitched upward and perched on a singular bony, bare tree.

He is the one we saw circling on the other side of the highway about a month ago, but he was quite a distance away. We drove down the levee, but he was gradually moving further away. Even then, it was the wing span that drew us to believe it might be "the eagle."

Marvin had seen this same spectacle about six months ago. The eagle had been sitting on the yellow line and had flown up and over the truck. Marvin was enthralled with the white head, gold beak, and white of the tail.  He talked about it every time we drove toward the St. Francis River, and I was growing weary of  the tale, and tired of not being lucky in sighting "the eagle" that many have seen. "Oh, yeah.  Sometimes he's in that old tree by the highway."  Riiiiight.

I'd been looking for our eagle ever since Marvin sighted him.
Today,   I   saw   him.

It was an incredible experience - witnessing a "real, live American Bald Eagle," flying free, in the wilds of farmland between Rector and Kennett.  By the way, he was on the ARKANSAS side of the river.