Saturday, February 10
Floating eagles
One of the nice things about living on the edge of nowhere is the occassional brush with wildness. Running from home with Westley this morning, down the hill on the bike path along Sheep Creek about two miles from home, we saw a genuine American bald eagle floating on its wings, headed right for us, not 30 feet above the ground. We stopped in our tracks amid the snowy field, and watched that eagle coast right over our heads. We pivoted and watched it flick its wings a few times and float further west. Sweet.
