Last evening, an osprey flew by with a newly caught fish in his talons.
All of the sudden, he started squawking and I didn’t know why. In a flash, a bald eagle flew over me following the osprey’s flight path…and he was gaining fast.
Just like that, the eagle overtook the osprey and they wrestled over the fish in a burst of feathers and injurious indignation from the osprey. I couldn’t see if the eagle got the fish, or if it just dropped. Either way, the osprey no longer had it.
The eagle turned and started flying away with the osprey in hot pursuit and screaming bloody murder. I couldn’t tell if the eagle was slowed by a stolen fish in his talons, but this time the osprey was faster and more mobile than he.
The osprey kept up his screaming and dive-bombed the eagle. Then, another osprey heard the cries and came out to join the melee. All of the sudden, I realized that I was witnessing an aerial avian dogfight… the kind that has taken place for the thousands of years before man learned how to fly.
The two ospreys were relentless…they kept on dive-bombing the eagle, but he kept on dodging and getting away. Then, the eagle and ospreys disappeared behind the point. I don’t know if the eagle won, but I am sure that the ospreys lost
In the lens of my life, it was the Battle of Britain in 1939, in the lens of theirs it was the story of the ages.
And, then it struck me. We are temporal, but life is timeless.