The Life of an Eagle

A coworker showed me a website that is tracking a nesting eagle pair. At first, I watched it in amazement. I had heard of it, but wasn't interested. But seeing it, the clarity is good and, let's face it, seeing an eagle up close is pretty cool.

Who hasn't looked at an eagle soaring overhead and thought patriotic thoughts or imagined herself flying over the treetops, free of worries or cares.

But the longer I watched the video, I thought, this symbol of America, this majestic animal, isn't doing anything very different from what I do.

The bird is caring for its children, mostly looking uncomfortable as it sits in winds high enough to seriously ruffle its feathers. Two of its eggs are hatched and the eaglets are undoubtedly poking their parent, as the adult bird is constantly shifting and readjusting. It has been sitting there for hours, waiting for its mate to return. Using its beak, it is cleaning its nest of stray branches, and pulling apart a rabbit, but not eating it, seemingly preparing it for a later meal.

Occasionally, the bird lifts its head and lets out a cry, one I can't help put sympathize with.

It is just another of life's lessons, this one, that we aren't really so different after all.