This story takes place around the year 2000 when I was 8 years old in a small town called west point, GA. I lived In a quiet residential neighborhood and everyone had atleast a 1/2 acre of dense trees in their backyard.
I was outside on a beautiful partly cloudy day shooting my bb gun. I get the bright idea to go to the backyard and shoot some aluminum cans, as I get to the backyard i see this huge eagle-like bird on a kutzoo covered oak tree, and it was so big that the branch it was on was bending to point where it had almost broke. My heart sunk I was scared as hell, so I said let me shoot this to see if it is real (child logic).