Three huge old rams were lying on a patch of snow farther to the east.
With his six-foot wings spread out like twin fans, the eagle continued to circle.

He was as silent as a feather floating with the wind.

The ewes and even the old bighorns were unconscious of his presence over them.

Most of the lambs were lying close to their mothers, but two or three of a livelier turn of mind were wandering over the shale and occasionally hopping about in playful frolic.
The eagle's fierce eyes were upon these youngsters.

Suddenly he drifted farther away--a full rifle-shot distance straight in the face of the wind; then he swung gracefully, and came back with the wind.