At dawn I was wakened by the celebratory chittering of a pair of eagles. They're back! I've missed them since they left for the fish runs in August. This pair has been nesting in an old, tall fir tree about a hundred feet from my backdoor. The tree is actually on Bob and Jean's property but I stake a neighbourly claim.
We were amazed when the eagles built so close to our houses about six years ago, after a windstorm brought down their nest that used to be a little further down Pilkey Point, and deeper in the woods.
Now they are part of the rhythm of our daily lives; and they seem to watch us as much as we watch them.
Somehow when the eagles return in the fall all seems right with the world - at least in those moments when they call with such joy to announce we're home! we're home! I will keep this good feeling close to my heart all weekend. Happy Thanksgiving!
