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An eagle with a tragic story to tell...
Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:24 am
Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:24 am
I must admit, as a huge lover of the Civil War, I had no idea such an exhibit existed. But apparently this bird was found on the battlefield with a lead ball lodged in its torso. They stuffed it and put it in a museum.


Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:25 am to RollTide1987
What side was he on?
Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:31 am to RollTide1987
This post was edited on 2/25/19 at 12:35 am
Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:32 am to 12
quote:His head and tail feathers are grey - that's a Confederate Eagle.
What side was he on?
This post was edited on 2/25/19 at 12:34 am
Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:35 am to Tigerbait357
quote:I see you changed the photo.
Tigerbait357
This post was edited on 2/25/19 at 1:28 am
Posted on 2/25/19 at 12:47 am to SlapahoeTribe
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What side was he on?
The one with the most carrion and carcasses.
Posted on 2/25/19 at 1:03 am to RollTide1987
"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence. Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind along and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, where never lark, or even eagle, flew; and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God."
Up, up the long delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, where never lark, or even eagle, flew; and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God."
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