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This was quite an adventure, which I came upon one day when returning from my job with the Space And Missile Systems Organization at Norton AFB, Ca. by accident. I usually see 7 or 8 red tailed hawks, but never a golden eagle. So I stopped at a turn out up the  road walked back, expecting to see it fly away. He was sitting on a tree, which I call an ambush tree. All hawks do this to conserve energy to watch for any signs of prey, then swoop down to get their meal. The golden eagle turned its head, looked at me as I looked at it. It did not seem to show any signs of fear and did not fly away. I watched it as an hour passed. Then after an hour,  it saw something on the ground, swooped down, wings folded until the last second, legs outstretched in front to kill the unlucky ground squirrel. I was shocked, surprised, and at the same moment, pleased when I saw it in the same tree every day. I began, a week later, to purchase 2 lbs of stew meat every day, passed it down to the ground for him. After several days, Thor, I had named him, came down to feed on the fresh meat. It took me two months before I could sit by the stew meat before Thor would come down and feed next to me, instinctively knowing I would not harm him. This continued for several months, I was loving every minute of it, even allowing me to pet it. One day, a highway patrol officer noticed  I was parked in the same place every day and asked me what I was doing. He was shocked when he saw me feeding a wild eagle by hand,  laughed then drove away. Kity and I do this sort of thing all the time, and there is no feeling on earth like these adventures