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Or not actually in the cottonwood trees, but seeing eagles return to the area couldn’t but remind me of Ian Tyson‘s wonderful song.

It was about ten o’clock when I saw a flock of ravens rising out of a nearby field still covered in snow. After watching them a while, I realized they were trying to ride a thermal, and as my eyes followed them upward, I saw five bald eagles, soaring effortlessly up the thermal, their broad wings stretched wide and strong.

It was my first time seeing them since fall. Spring has returned. And on Saint Brigid’s, no less. A real treat.