And then, from out of the west, he saw an eagle flying toward him.

Long enough to make out on one a red eagle flying across a field of blue.

Even the eagles when they were now would not fly this high.

I thought the eagle had been flying at good speed.

The day needed just one more push, then the eagles of France would fly free.

In the distance he saw an eagle flying to its nest.

Don't you remember your "up where the eagles fly" speech?

She was alone in the empty nest, and the big eagle had flown.

We watch until the eagle flies past the reservoir and out of sight.

"There's a great space between, and there are eagles flying underneath it."