Posted by Rebecca
So, I had an interesting Saturday morning. It started out like an ordinary Saturday with a short run at Virginia Lake, a small man-made lake less than a mile from my home and right in the middle of Reno. But this time turned out to be a little different….
I was running along, top-speed, like a bullet train, setting new world records…. Not really. I was moseying along at my usual running pace, trying to stay out of the way of toddlers and the elderly who were passing me, when I came across a small group of people with their eyes fixed high up in a tree. As I got closer one of them told me that, lo and behold, there was a Bald Eagle up there, just hanging out. Wowza!
I was so excited! I’m not much of a bird person. I mean, I like birds, but most days I can’t tell the difference between a sparrow and a chicken. However, when I glanced up and caught sight of ol’ Baldy, I knew immediately that I was looking at 1 of only about 18,000 that can be found in the lower 48. And in the middle of the city, no less. AND I was standing right at the bottom of the tree where it was scoping out its next meal (or maybe just laughing at the lousy runner struggling by).
The Bald Eagle is a special bird. While it is no longer on the endangered species list, as I mentioned, there still aren’t an awful lot of them around, and it’s the only eagle that is unique to North America. And they’re big – averaging 30-37 inches in height, with a wingspan of about 72-90 inches. They are found mainly on the coast or in the vicinity of a large lake – not rinky-dink Virginia Lake – and they like to eat fish, but will also settle for other birds and rodents, and maybe even an unfortunate cat or chihuahua.
So this was a rare and exciting sighting, indeed. And it made for a way-better-than-usual Saturday morning jog.