
As I've been so remiss in blogging, I thought I’d hop back
into the blogging world to share some of the wonders we've encountered on Lake
Superior since our return. Florida was lovely and warm but my writing genie preferred
the cold and the lake to the warmth and a pool.
On our first day home, a mother eagle settled onto our ledge
rock to teach her two children to fish – or at least that’s what I think she
was doing as both juveniles had a freshly caught something on which to dine. I
think it was the same mother eagle sitting atop a dead birch with her two
juveniles close by as I wended my way up our long driveway the following day. One sibling lifted off and made a huge
sweeping circle through our woods, then headed back to the same tree where it’s
mother waited. By the time I fetched my
camera (actually my telephone as I don’t have a digital camera), I returned to
find both juveniles gone, the mother alone remaining. Perhaps that was the day
she’d sent them packing. They knew how to fly and, presumably, to hunt.