These were a few among her many excuses. Some believed her, while others questioned to themselves. But none called her to task, for basically they found her to be a good friend, and they did not wish to hurt her.
Then, one morning just at dawn she saw a golden eagle drifting above her. He seemed to be testing the currents, preparing for his ascent. He suddenly turned upward and soared into the clouds but not before his piercing eyes had noticed the frightened Catskill eagle far below him. She looked down as she always did, for even watching flight made her tremble. Still she saw his shadow receding as he climbed higher and higher. Just when she thought he had gone, the shadow became larger. Before she knew it, he had landed next to her.
"Why aren't you taking advantage of this lovely day?" he asked.
"I choose not to fly," came the automatic response.
The golden eagle looked into her eyes and then traced the contour of her wing with his own.
"Then why do your eyes widen and your feathers quiver when you but say the word fly? I can see that you're afraid, but if you will let me I can help you."