As I walked along the edge of Fossil Ridge Reservoir, I was making my usual mistake of thinking about where I was headed, not where I was. Yee-ahhhp. YEE–AHHHP YEEAHHHHP. The high-pitched call, which some liken to the yipping of a puppy, finally caught my attention about the same time a large shadow darkened the dry grass next to the trail. I looked up. Circling above me was a massive eagle, predominately a dark sienna brown, with white patches in his wings and at the base of his tail.