Every morning for the past week or so, when I’ve gone out to do chores, a bald eagle has soared above my head, against the backdrop of mid-winter skies. Every morning, I stop what I’m doing and simply watch the big bird. I’m positive it’s a female, hunting for mice and small animals in the fields.
As I watch her, she flies overhead, searching the ground below her. And I watch as she ends her flight by perching in a big cottonwood tree in the corner of my pasture. I haven’t noticed a nest, but I’m sure there’s one in all the tangled branches.
Every morning, the sight of this mama eagle fills me with delight and wonder. I’m reminded just how large an eagle is, and how powerful and majestic she is as she spreads her wings and takes to the sky. This beautiful national symbol is a perfect fit for this country.
And then I’m reminded of how grateful I am to live in this country. I wake up every morning in a lovely house. I work from home, pursuing a career that I’m passionate about. I’m able to share my life with wonderful animals: horses, dogs, and cats. I am able to raise my children the way I choose and allow them to play sports and participate in activities that they are interested in.
All three of my boys grew up riding horses, playing in a pond, and catching frogs. They all competed in rodeo, two still are. And they have enjoyed a carefree childhood that, too often, is something of generations past. And I love the fact that I was able to give them that type of upbringing.
And I love the lifestyle I am able to live. I know how fortunate I am, and I know that not everyone in the world is able to enjoy the type of life that I do.
So, I am thankful every day for the wonderful eagle who allows me a moment to take pause and give thanks for the good things in my life. And I hope she sticks around to raise her own babies here through the summer. It would be a hoot to watch some little ones learn to fly and grow into their own beautiful eagle bodies.