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Golden Eagle

Souring through the mountains looking big and regal, beautiful but lethal flies the Golden Eagle. His nest high in the rock face away from the forest green, a secret place away from man only his victims have seen. His tallons are black and deadly the plummage is all dark brown, but as his name suggests he wears a golden crown. While gliding in the sky he sees his prey down on the ground, and swoops with such velosity but doesn't make a sound. The victim hasn't got a chance and Goldie doesn't miss, surely there has never been a predator like this.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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