Urban Wildlife

Driving to church this morning, I crossed over the Minnesota River. A bald eagle flew across my path, less than 50 yards in front of me and maybe 50 feet in the air. It had a pretty large stick in its mouth, presumably working on a nest. That’s great, as long as it doesn’t build the nest on my deck.
Bald eagles are relatively common these days, but it still makes your heart stop for a moment when one flies right in front of you. A happy choice for our national symbol.


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