This Juvie Bald Eagle's feathering is so striking . . . but the fish about to get struck might disagree . . .

When I was younger and without a care For granted I thought he would always be there But now I only hear stories that the great bird of truth is alive With a fist in my pocket I'm prayin' An eternal prayer the great bird of truth will survive (Lyrics from "An Occasional Eagle" by Fred Carter, Jr.)

It's called catch and carry . . .

A juvenile Bald Eagle, perhaps 2 to 3 years old, making its getaway after a big catch . . . that's a beauty!

And he flies, covering the land Stirring the hearts through all generations of man Poets tell of his bearing, truth on a feathery wind Painters paint from inspiration A beautiful picture that only a memory can bring (Lyrics from "An Occasional Eagle" by Fred Carter, Jr.)

I want to fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me . . . Credit: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller