13 February, 2013

31/365 Bald Eagle

Riding on warm winds
High above receding ice -
  Majesty in flight.
On my way home yesterday I crossed the bridge over the Saylorville ReservoirAt 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 same opportunity.  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.

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