Eagle Hunting

There was a small duck in the pond, that I startled as I walked by. It was a little wood duck (I think). It flew across the pond, away from me, in that long straights running flight some ducks have. Just before it reached the other side of the pond, an eagle dove after it. The eagle was amazing, its flight so quick that I feared the duck was a goner. Dive after dive the eagle made, trying to catch the duck, but the duck kept going under the water, until the eagle finely gave up. I was relieved, because I was cheering for the duck, but later I felt guilty about taking sides.