On the afternoon of December 31 I took a walk along the banks of Flat Creek; from just below the old mill pond down around the bend, and then to the place where our family picnics and swims – the Swimming hole.
It was at the Swimming Hole that I sat down for a spell and just looked, watched, and listened for awhile. I have enjoyed doing that along the creek since I was a boy old enough to venture away from the house; and maybe even before I was old enough.
As I was setting there a bald eagle came soaring near me over the still water of the hole and I assume was looking for his/her prey for food for the day. I do not believe I was ever as close to a flying eagle as I was at that moment. I have seen them in zoos sitting on logs for all the world to gauck at, and admire; but never had I been as close as I was at that time and place; while they were flying.
I watched as she/he soared, flapped wings, turned out over the land on the other side, and back over the water, and then flew on down the creek continuing its search.
A beautiful, majestic, bird. Yet, “bird” for an eagle just seems so small a word.
Remember to go to church today and worship our Creator who has given us all things to enjoy and glorify His name.
By the way… HAPPY NEW YEAR.