While tracking a UFO this evening, we encountered a lone eagle. Eagles are tough to spot, especially due to their smallish size. I think its white head, against a gun metal sky, gave it away. I stepped out of the car and hollered at it. It hollered back. I waved. It waved back. I asked if it was lost. It asked if I was lost. My dad interrupted and said we were all lost.
This is for mom. An early birthday photo. This is Sam. Not Sammy, Sammie, or Samson, or Smith, and definitely not Siri. Sam has an iPhone5. Sam enjoys chasing small animals. Sam enjoys long flights along the beach. Sam is easily annoyed by his cousin, the Golden Eagle. Sam is doubly, triply, quadruply, annoyed by juvenile eagles.