I watched on in horror as the bird plummeted to the ground.
I gasped, my hands covering my mouth in absolute horror.
A voice could barely escape from my lips.
I watched as it came down, its wings spiraling through the air and its golden body clashing with the bright sun.
I continued to watch it go down until it eventually went down behind a hedge like wall.
My heart was beating so fast, and all I could think of was how much pain the poor bird was in.
Without thinking, I sprinted down the path.
I barely noticed if anyone was looking at me, and I frankly didn't care.
I could still hear the bird in pain.
It was low, and from the way it cried, I could tell it was getting weaker and weaker.
I had hoped that the bird had fallen on the other side where I stood.
Alas, I was now standing in front of the wall, and there was no golden eagle.
Which meant it was over the hedge.
I looked around, wondering if I could ask for permission, but decided against it.
