One morning a fisherman saw a strange and wondrous sight. “What is this I see that rivals Moses’ bush?” says he. Upon rowing a tad closer he wondered some more. “tis surely not a duck or goose swimming against the waves, but tis an eagle I see” From his skiff he watched as a bald eagle beat it wings against the waves “Is that white-crowned king confused that he should try to fly on the sea?” The eagle flapped and fluttered, struggling to reach the shore. “Mayhaps an injury keeps it from flight, perhaps that is the key.” The old