A few years back, on a sunny Sunday in late May, I was out on my deck with an ice-cold beer and a fine cigar, enjoying a fine, sunny Susitna Valley afternoon. After a bit, I heard a motorcycle stop on the road out in front of the property. Then I heard someone’s voice calling to something and heard him crashing into the brush. So, being the curious sort, I went down to see what was going on. The motorcycle rider had seen a bald eagle with a broken left wing in the brush alongside the road. As near as we could figure, he had made to drop on some prey critter and had clipped the power line.
One of the neighbors came along and said they had a big dip net and a wire kennel. So they went and got it, and then the motorcycle guy and I managed to get the bird calmed down, into the net, and then into the kennel – on his back, as birds stay calmer that way….
