eagle owl

These Tumblrs have both gone viral, but New York subway cars are still full of men sitting spread eagle across three seats.

We always think of “eagle” when we think of “swoop,” but we do not often think of “swoop” when we think of “eagle.”

He was a good judge of men, that eagle-faced major; he knew that the slightest move with hostile intent would mean a smoking gun.

The old owl no longer hooted, and the water-oaks had ceased to moan as they bent their heads.

A golden eagle, the armorial ensign of the Ripperda family, crested the centre arch.

Now under the ivy-laden branches of a tall old tree an owl startles them with its shriek.