chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
After everyone else left Big Bear Lake, Peggy and I went birding and, with directions from a man at a birding store called Wild Wings, found a bald eagle's nest with the eagle sitting on it. That was half way predictable - something we could influence getting to see by asking the right questions of the right person. But as we were climbing the steps to the cabin, still talking about the wonder of having seen the eagle, he or she flew right over us, close - utterly unpredictable! What a blessing.