I saw an American Eagle with my own eyes.
Today on the course just off Enrique drive, on the eighth hole we were putting and I looked over to the water and in it stood this humongous dark bird pecking around in the water. It was close enough that I could see that he was wearing kinda feathery "britches" and had a white head and a hooked nose.
I could NOT believe my eyes. I was less than fifty feet from an American Eagle. I couldn't hole out.
I am still getting chill bumps.
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