What could be more freeing than soaring above the earth with wings stretched and eyes to the heavens. This immature bald eagle was fishing the river without a care of my looking on.
Eventually 3 of them gathered in the tree above my head. They preened and fluffed as if to gloat to each other about their daily catch. All the while I was honored to be in their presence.
Life is good.
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