Monday morning, up bright and early, ready to tackle the day. Somehow still feeling tired but don't know if it was lack of quality sleep or if it is because I know this day I am limited on the time I haveTdo things I enjoy, things that have true meaning to me.
Yesterday was an almost amazing day. Got up early, put on lots of layers, grabbed camera and tripod, mud boots, gloves, and head band to cover ears and off I went to hunt for eagles. The lake was eerily silent, fog dancing on the ice on the lake. The dead trees that protruded up from the lake bottom gave it a very spooky feeling. Reminded me of the beginning of a scary movie when you were waiting for zombies to rise up from the graves. Up high on those trees were what seemed to be a family of eagles, not for sure about that but from what I could see, there were 2 adults and a bunch of juveniles perched high, waiting for the sun to warm up the lake and thaw a few places for them to grab a meal. Every once in a while one would shift and they would fly from one dead tree to another. It was very neat to just watch them. There was even one photo I took where it seemed one of the parents was scolding one of the children. So amazing.
It is days like this when I feel most alive. I am just taking in nature, filling my head with the sights and sounds of life's most basic gifts and enjoying every moment. Oh to be a bird, to have wings that could take me high into the clouds, to be able to look down on all the sights and just soar, gliding through life with simple needs of eat, sleep, and mate and no mundane tasks, no care of what day it is or trivial stuff life brings us.
Yesterday was an almost amazing day. Got up early, put on lots of layers, grabbed camera and tripod, mud boots, gloves, and head band to cover ears and off I went to hunt for eagles. The lake was eerily silent, fog dancing on the ice on the lake. The dead trees that protruded up from the lake bottom gave it a very spooky feeling. Reminded me of the beginning of a scary movie when you were waiting for zombies to rise up from the graves. Up high on those trees were what seemed to be a family of eagles, not for sure about that but from what I could see, there were 2 adults and a bunch of juveniles perched high, waiting for the sun to warm up the lake and thaw a few places for them to grab a meal. Every once in a while one would shift and they would fly from one dead tree to another. It was very neat to just watch them. There was even one photo I took where it seemed one of the parents was scolding one of the children. So amazing.
It is days like this when I feel most alive. I am just taking in nature, filling my head with the sights and sounds of life's most basic gifts and enjoying every moment. Oh to be a bird, to have wings that could take me high into the clouds, to be able to look down on all the sights and just soar, gliding through life with simple needs of eat, sleep, and mate and no mundane tasks, no care of what day it is or trivial stuff life brings us. 
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