Short Story Of 'The Art Of The Eagle'

Historically, Americans treated their nation's symbol about as well as they did their other natural resources. Recent guesstimates of eagle numbers at the time of European settlement range from 25,000 to 75,000 birds, though the species distribution was spotty. Feeding largely on fish and carrion, and thus harmless to human interest, bald eagles were nevertheless classed as vermin, to be shot on sight. (Graham 2)

Long before the star in the sky gave us warmth and the rock in the sky gave us it’s luminous presence, there were two people. The sun and the moon. Sun was a fierce warrior and proud to his merit. Moon was gentle, soft spoken and often vague with their words. These two polar beings lived in harmony with one another for centuries, that was until Moon felt the pang of hunger. Sun could sense disturbance in the air as Moon began to speak “I’m hungry”. Sun knew what was about to arise, these two words conjoined in sentence would be his undoing. Reluctant, knowing the outcome, he asked “What do you want to eat”. The three words in response would send a fluster of annoyance and agitation towards Sun, these three words would be “I don’t know”. Visible

The bald eagle was chosen to represent America because it shows great strength, beauty, and long life. When you serve for our country, your character shows great strength as the bald eagle does. Which is why I chose to paint the eagle. We remember our heroes as courageous, dedicated, and remarkably strong. Our service members, arose and continue to arise to serve for our country that has given them, and us so much.

The old man was lamenting to his son the fact that he had lost all his hair, which, in the days of his youth, had been the envy of all the other young men. (And some women, although he was not aware of that). The son, who had heard the story many times before, had turned his attention to the night sky. As his father was going on and on about the color his hair had been, (a beautiful golden blond), the son had an idea. "Father" he said, pointing up to the sky, "do you see that cluster of stars up there, just beyond the lion?" The father studied the sky for a moment, then nodded. The son continued, "Does it not look like your hair did, in the days of your youth?" The father studied the sky again for a minute or two then nodded again. "Well," the son continued, " if the sky shows your hair then you will not need to describe it any more, as it is forever immortalized in the sky, your gift to humanity." The father turned to his son with tears in his eyes, and gave the lad a giant hug, thanking him for giving him his hair back. There on the road, the father and son had a tearful celebration of their own, albeit for different reasons. Unbeknownst to them, a traveling minstrel had heard the entire exchange, and had collapsed from laughter. The minstrel waisted no time in spreading the story in taverns across the land, till everyone had heard the tale of the old

     Anyone who has ever gazed at the bright summer sky at night, even just for a while, can’t help not to ask himself – Where do we come from? How did all this

Three suns rose on a midsummer’s morning: the real sun with two false suns escorting it through the sky. Sun wolves again thought Durf. He looked north to the distant, snow-covered Saukahandrun Mountains. The white snow glistened in the early morning sun. In places, naked blue-gray rock stood against the slow push of ice-blue glaciers — glaciers that over many years honed ridges razor-sharp and peaks to points. He was looking for anything unusual, anything that the sun wolves brought.

Wow! Talk about variety. In this piece of writing, information is essential. When we talk about the sun, it is the big yellow circle that comes out once a day and makes us sweat. Here in this detailed literature written by Steven Szokolay is compelling. The particulars written by Szokolay are captivating, such as his analysis about the Sun and time, something as essential as time is captivating when a reader is trying to connect the dots. Time is simple; it comes and goes, but always forward. The concept is grasped by the reader to enhance their engagement. Szokolay is going through the motions; he is explaining the world that revolves around the Sun, and not just the planets we have come to know. Math for example plays a huge role in everyday

Eagles are creatures that Americans would associate with freedom. However, Eagles have a role in various mythologies, legends, and folklore. The Eagle is the universal emblem of the gods of the sky. The cosmic eagle is a symbol of the highest aspirations of the spirit, and its triumph over the carnal nature.

Once upon a time, there was an eagle, called King of the Sky, who lived in a cave on the side of a cliff. The eagle loved his kingdom very much. He was the protector of the land. The eagle was planning to face his cousin, Spike, because he was polluting the kingdom by throwing rubbish into the river. Spike was known for having a bad temper, and resolving issues by using violence.

At the beginning of the novel when Abel was just a young boy, he had joined the Eagle Watchers Society. It was a learning experience for Abel as he got to experience watching these beautiful animals as they flew around the blue sky. They meant something to him, but at first he didn’t really know. Till one day, he looked up in the sky and noticed that one of the eagles had a snake in his mouth. In the Native American culture the eagle has a lot of wise meanings, but for Abel the eagle signified freedom within himself. He knew right then and there that he would later understand the eagle was always looking out for him. The eagle could have been looked at as messenger from a higher power. Freedom, vision, and power are what the young man strived

A bird of prey with an epic appearance and a penchant for hunting, the eagle is a swift and clever bird. It has enchanted countless nations throughout history, and many have designated it as the symbol of their empire. The United States chose the bald eagle variant as its own emblem way back in 1782. Whether you're an enthusiast of birds or an American patriot, you'll be sure to enjoy our selection of eagle throw

The fact that the eagle parents planned the nest shows how people should be ready for changes in life. The parents cooperating together makes everything better and successful. The fact that they put thorns doesn’t put predators in danger only but the kids as well, but this teaches them how they should be careful and even if they get hurt a bit, it is a lesson for them to be careful and not too relaxed which taught them a lesson.

I walked to the kitchen shaken and confused. I look around my dimly lit kitchen opening cabinets and slamming them shut, annoyed that I can’t find a kettle. Eventually, as I am about to resign myself to a microwaved cup of tea, a metallic glint catches my eye. I reach for the kettle, an old fashioned silver thing currently on a high shelf. Just as I am about to get a firm grip on it, my hand slips and it comes crashing down to the floor. Sighing I bend down to pick it up. I then put it under the faucet and watch the water slowly climb up to the halfway point before setting it down on the stove. I wait until a the shrill whine of the boiling water alerts me it’s ready. I distractedly pour the hot water into a mug, thinking about the stairs. ‘How on Earth did that happen’ I am only brought back to earth when I pour hot water all over my hand. I sit at the kitchen table sipping my hot tea and watch the sun rise. It first dyes the sky pink, then gold and finally a bright, hopeful blue.

After travelling north for many hours, Alicia thought that perhaps she may have been lost. The organisation told her that there should have been an isolated town nearby, but there was no sign of it. No sign of civilisation whatsoever. There was only the mountainous scenery and the wild overgrown plant life that filled her field of vision in this deep and rather uncharted looking area of the island.

She was an old, awfully pretty woman, who always silently sits by herself, holding a little bear doll with a picture of the boy. Looking at the sunrise, her cheerful eyes would always show her confident, it was the same color as the sky when the sunlight shine. Each day, as the cloud leave, the sun is shining with a little wind whispering, she would sing a song, a marvelous song she wrote. In front of the beautiful dazzling orange sunlight, pressing her rough palms together, tightly holding her both wrinkled hands up, she would peacefully pray to a luminous sun.