Meet Harriet. We did this weekend. This is a picture taken without a zoom lens, right in front of us. Isaiah would tell you that she loves to eat bunny and doesn't like fish as well, at least when it's out of her caregiver's hand. When her cousins are in the wild, apparently there's a place pretty close to here where 60 eagles will gather in one place on the frozen river picking out frozen fish from the water flowing between the icy banks.
So, we've discovered yet another good place nearby. . .the National Eagle Center. If you come, I'll take you there.
This weekend was their annual deck opening for the fall migration season, one of the highlights besides meeting Harriet up close and personal, was these Native American dancers. I loved how they sat around the circle fidgeting and snacking like any other kids, but then when they stepped into the circle overlooking the Mississippi River, their simple steps became a timeless celebration of the qualities and strength of the eagle.
I'm so glad to be sending this out to you today, a day when I can be proud of our national symbols and when I can fathom that a phrase of childhood--"You can grow up to be president someday"--might be an honorable goal once again.