
The Bald Eagle came down again to visit me. He was sitting on the top of a very old and tall fir tree at the neighbor's yard, and was staring at me. Once in a while, during late winter or early spring he is making his flight from the canyon, about 35 miles from me.
I was trying to take a picture of him, but my little camera doses not have a zoom feature, and my effort was futile to capture him clearly on the top of the tree. So, we were just looking at each other and my spirit was soaring.
After awhile he spread his wings and took off to the East, where he came from. And I sent my prayers with him.