I looked at the bald eagle’s talons, still carrying the mud from wherever she’d been before she landed. It made me think about us humans and our old saying about having feet of clay. Here I was, watching a bald eagle with feet of mud… but it wasn’t her feet I envied.
It was her wings.
doc ellen's journey 
well hello there, been thinking about you and Graced. this image/mail msg was sent to my spam folder and it just happened i am checking folr something else that might have ended up in spam. I’m in MD helping my friend get things sorted out, should be back to NC soon. pretty hot here too . for 3-4 days the sky was gray and smell of smoke p permeated the air. kc