Expect The Unexpected

I’m too tired to post much tonight.

We hustled today to get out the door by 11 so we could head over to Sweetwater Creek State Park to do some birdwatching. It was a miserable day by most standards. It was cold, it started raining, it was gloomy looking all day.

The boys were excited to get back over to the park, we’ve been away for more than three weeks, so it was nice to pull in by the bait shop and see the resident geese and ducks.

We we’re there long before the youngest saw something white fly into the trees across the lake. He’s eight years old and he spots more birds than the rest of us combined.

Anyway, here’s what we saw:

Bald Eagle 1

 

Bald Eagle 2

 

Bald Eagle 3

 
I know this post is probably a little bit repetitive for some of you. If you have connected with me on Facebook then you’ve seen them already, but for those of you who haven’t you can see them at flickr.

We’re not sure if this is the same eagle we saw in October, but it sure was beautiful (and a lot closer than the one in October).

Now, I need to get to bed. It’s almost midnight and there’s talk that I will driving them back over to the park around 9am. We’ll see about that. We’ll definitely be back over at the park tomorrow, I’m just not sure how early it’s really going to be. With my luck, it will be 9am.

Until then,

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
Carl Sandburg

One thought on “Expect The Unexpected

  1. I love the site, especially the bird pictures.
    I once wrote a poem about dead armadillos. It went like this:

    The smart armadillo stays on the side of the road
    where it was born. The dumb
    get a sudden urge to explore across the asphalt,
    and nine times out of ten, collide
    with a ton of moving metal.
    They’re on my daily route: soft shells of land crustacea,
    small blind knights in armor.
    Nobody cares. Green Peace and the Sierra Club aren’t interested.
    There are too damn many amadillos
    and beauty, like money, is worth more when it’s scarce.
    Just give us time. Let enough of them try to cross the road.
    When we’re down to the last half dozen
    we’ll see them with the eyes of God.

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