Seven “Little” Eagles Sitting in an Old Dead Tree!

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The Farmington Bay Wetlands is buzzing with activity.

This is the time of year when you can see the most diverse bird mania.

The bald eagles are numerous and very busy.

The wetland area will close in just a few days for breeding season.

EAGLE’S NEST

Come quickly with me lest the sun sinks into the luring west!

So there’s light to see where an eagle built its lofty nest.

Daring, youthful thinking slipped into this proud bird’s brain.

Or was it confident trust resting in its regal veins.

You see the tree the eagle chose its days in which to live

Looks old and weak and gnarled, like naught it ere could give.

You may be the mighty eagle.

You may be the worn out tree.

No matter what your role is here.

There is still a need for thee.

Carol Pelletier

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The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

© Alfred Tennyson

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From an Eagle’s View

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to fly free,
To see the world as far as the eye can see,
To view the surroundings from high and from low,
To hear only the sound of a distant echo,
To float in the air with the wind being your guide,
To admire many rainbows that the trees tend to hide,
To see the misty mornings over a beautiful mountaintop,
To glide over a flowing river that never seems to stop,
To watch the animals from over a mile away,
Or to rise above the treetops that glisten in the day?
If you were an eagle you would wonder no more,
For it can see things you have never seen before.
Next time you look into the sky of blue,
Think of what it’s like from an eagle’s view.

© Stacy Smith

I love this time of year when it is winter and the inversion has left us all hoping for a glimpse of sunshine to lift our souls.

I just have to go to Farmington and enjoy the peace and solitude and listen to the birds talking to one another.

I’m glad that I am a photographer and have that photographer “eye” and as a result I can find beauty everywhere I go.

What a wonderful and amazing world we  live in.

I’m so glad that I can record my memories through photography and blogging.

I teach singing to the young children that go to our church, the 3 to 12 year old.

We have been focusing on our Heavenly Father’s plan for each us.

We have been singing, My Heavenly Father Loves Me from the Children’s Songbook.

The lyrics are as follows:

  1. 1. Whenever I hear the song of a bird
    Or look at the blue, blue sky,
    Whenever I feel the rain on my face
    Or the wind as it rushes by,
    Whenever I touch a velvet rose
    Or walk by our lilac tree,
    I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
    Heav’nly Father created for me.
  2. 2. He gave me my eyes that I might see
    The color of butterfly wings.
    He gave me my ears that I might hear
    The magical sound of things.
    He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
    I thank him rev’rently
    For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
    Yes, I know Heav’nly Father loves me.
  3. Words and music: Clara W. McMaster, 1904-1997. (c) 1961 IRI. Arr. (c) 1989 IRI

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