11.6.17



he went out the door earlier than usual  earlier than usual for the gym  but he wanted to get a workout in before the memorial service that afternoon take in a dry sauna contemplate reflect on the dead mans life

they didnt have much of a relationship 

they were related by marriage

the man had been a mover a shaker of the community  a community he didnt have much in common with

despite their relationship he remained happily outside the bulwark the man helped affect and sustain

when it sat  he stood

when it stood he sat



as he left he called into the house to his cat that he was on his way and hed be back in a couple of hours Take care of the place Youre the man of the house while Im gone 

that notion tickled him

beginning to walk down the drive to the street under the cover of several small flowering trees he caught movement in the trees across the street along it  fast  then a cry   it was the neighborhood eaglet  a flash of tawny and ivory colour

the eaglet broke out above a barrier of two olive trees careened hard right and flew fast over his head 

he sidestepped backpedaled  it went hard left for open sky  as he kept backpedaling it abruptly reversed tack came hard right broke speed reared back in the air wings spread and stomped atop the wood electrical pole in his backyard

its stomp coincided with him making the backyard gate 

he didnt open it

they were maybe twenty meters apart 

the poles actual height was diminished  the property was cut into a hillside and where it stood it was ten meters lower than where he stood

they werent eyelevel  maybe a fifteen degree incline of his head


the eaglet was exquisite 


Hello big guy he hailed

the eaglets head swiveled in his direction fixed him in its stereooptic vision

You can see me better than I can see you friend  Good morning

in acknowledgment perhaps it blinked once  but it continued to hold its gaze

he enjoyed how it disrupted his raptor antenna  that was why he saw it and why he usually didnt see people  he was keen on what was above his head his eyes reflectively to the sky  very few people were tall enough to obstruct his vision  

there was that  but then he also found aviansthe last living dinosaurs of keener interest  their flight  agility  birdcalls 



a gang of jays emerged from a distant reef of trees 

he heard them before he saw them

its lead made a beeline towards the eaglet  its comrades moved behind it as if caught in a backwash a blowback less direct  loopy  erratic  disorganised metal filings pulled by a quick magnet

the lead jay obnoxious calling raucously alighted on a wire just beneath and to the left of the eaglet

it ignored the jay

the rest of the jay gang sought different trees and hidden in leafy boughs they screamed

the lead encouraged it hoppedflew quick to a four by four crossbeam bolted to the pole scarcely a halfmeter down and two meters over from where the eaglet stood

it provoked the eaglets attention

despite its bravado it kept to a crouch  its wings batted then stilled

jay jabber and curse

then it descended to the pole pigthe battleship grey canister suspended behind the eaglet  jabbered and brayed and taunted

the eaglet shifted sidewise keeping a peeper on the discordant jay

he couldnt help but wonder if they shared a language  two different species

the cussing jay then crossed up to the beam to the right of the eaglet  the other jays harped loudly but held their treetop hideaways

the raucous one juiced up on some avian crystal at a sudden began a spasmodic dance between other wires the crossbeam and canister again and again tethered by an unseen loosed radius from the eaglet  its center  its nucleus

jay  beggar  taunter   bigmouth

not two minutes in the eaglet leapt into the air raucous shaddup and cowered took two quick powerful wingbeats eating up plenty of airspace then struck a glide  then it dipped and rose onto the topmost bough of a digger pine five yards down from his place one hundred meters

the jabbering jay then alighted to the pole top and preened quietly 

a triumph of sorts he imagined  above the soft steam of cackles



couldnt say hed ever seen anything quite like that 

       

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