I saw one again today, not that uncommon out here; I saw one yesterday, too. But they sure are fascinating. I’ve always loved birds, little birds that come to feed in your yard, big birds, birds of prey – hawks, owls, osprey, eagles. This morning’s message delivered by a guest preacher referenced eagles, too, one of my favorite Scripture references in fact – Isaiah 40:31, but he went on to remind us how eagles learn to fly and that took us to another favorite, not so much a favorite verse as it contains words we don’t use – like pinions – but a favorite image. An eaglet learning to fly, having been coaxed out of the nest, then the parent flies beneath and protects the trainee, ready to uplift when needed. Have you ever seen it? I have, just recently.
There’s a nesting pair on the west end of the nearby lake and eagles do “flight training” all around here. It is so majestic to watch. An eagle up close is a fierce-looking creature. To think of the bird – that beak, those talons, yet a nurturing instinct – teaching its young to fly is very cool. I’m sure there are multiple lessons here, but for me, for tonight, I’m heading to the comfy zone. With the message of Isaiah – go ahead, read it – on my mind, I’m closing down for this day. Night, night.