On my way home yesterday I crossed the bridge
over the Saylorville Reservoir
At roughly eye-level, right beside the bridge, I saw a bald eagle and
thought of my father-in-law.
John used to talk with a particular note of awe
in his voice of the eagles that gathered down here.
He enjoyed spotting them and
always hoped that we (anyone, really) would have the
Whether for that reason, or others,
it is always an intense pleasure to spot one
on the fly.
This was the first I've seen since we moved back last year.