I pressed my binoculars to my face and watched the hawks soar and dive low near the river. For hours, I watched and I breathed in the fresh air, until I nodded off to sleep in the comforts of my glider chair. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but there was no mistaking what woke me. The unique screech of a bald eagle jarred me from my reverie, and I awoke with a start, eyes wide and staring around. I finally spotted a bald eagle’s nest through the trees.
The mother was brilliant and strong looking, with fierce eyes. She had brought back food for her young and I watched as she fed them. Having the chance to see and try to understand a day in the life of an eagle was an awe inspiring experience. I’ve often seen bald eagles, especially when they’re young and brown, down on the road, eating something recently dead, but never like this. Never before had I experienced something so majestic. The mother eagle would take off and come back not long after with food for her babies. If I strained, I could hear their cries. With the binos pressed hard around my eyes, I made out the young’s faint traces of movement, but it was the adults that put on a show for me. There’s just something amazing about eagle watching. It’s like seeing that gave me some hope for our world, for the survival of life itself, because if an eagle’s nest can survive here, among a sea of farmland, then we have hope for a better world that we must all come together to work toward saving.
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Article written by Brandon Scott