Description ...and there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he forever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than the other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.~Herman MelvillePhotographed in my back yard, Spring Glen, New York, USA. This eagle was born up the road about 7 years ago. Once he/she left the nest he/she moved down from the falls where he/she was born into the lower area of this mountain, staying within view of the stream where he/she fishes daily. This eagle visits often in my yard, sitting regally upon the limbs of the trees in simple observance of life within the mountains.