Milky feathers, however, are lightly dusted with darker spots, which add character. Furrowed brows make the bird look as if it is debating a big decision in its round head. A needle-like beak hints at the power of this magnificent bird. When dark yellow eyes look into yours, you tremble. As the pale halo of a sun begins to fall in the Arctic Circle, the bird soars effortlessly in and out of clouds.
Mighty wings push the frigid air back, to propell the cotton-ball in the sky forward.
The wise eyes skim the line where blue meets white, looking for mice, lemmings, and a snowy rabbit or two. At the sight of an unfortunate little animal, the silent bird falls to the ground and outstretched talons end the little creature's life. The bird may eat, or it may circle a few times, then fly to the protected nest in a high tree or rocky cliff. The bird approaches an old barn, or a cliff, or a snow-heavy tree, and decends. Fuzzy chicks cry out in pathetic squeeks for food.