Thanksgiving is a human joy
we gather as kith and kin
sharing repast and remembrances
as I sit lake side
bundled against cold autumn day
my heart thanks giving
for eagles, cormorants, gulls, crows and chickadees
I find like the striking eagle
I am hungry
but not for fish or food
I am hungry
wanting for all
peace, kindness, justice, equality, safety and fellowship
may the Creator grant us those sacred spaces
as we gather as kith and kin
sharing repast and remembrances
It almost looked like there was some sadness in this red-tailed hawk’s eye.
I wonder what he was thinking about.
For all the eons that bald eagles have existed here in North America they have danced.
Even when a breeding pair has been together for years they dance.
Especially as the year turns from fall towards winter, their breeding season.
Each year the pair do aerial renewals of their relationships.
I managed to catch a small moment of that dance – please see the slideshow at https://youtu.be/4bhCvAcd2TY
If you would like to take an occasional side road
littered with meditations, poetry, musings and photography,
try my morningpsalms web site.
The site was first published in 2002.
For various and sundry reasons,
see http://www.morningpsalms.com/wandered-home-again-essay, I let the site languish.
I have returned to posting my musings.
That’s Godiva in the photo, hunting at Jordan Lake yesterday.
Ospreys go south for the winter, some go all the way to South America.
The adults leave first in the fall and then the fledgling females.
The young male ospreys are the last to leave the lake.
I caught this fledgling, hatched this year, fishing at the lake this morning.
With the freeze projected for tonight he may too be gone tomorrow.
Note his still orange fledgling eye and the white edging to his flight feathers – marks of a youngster.
The peregrine falcon was up early chasing breakfast.
He made several extremely fast dashes but I didn’t see him catch anything.
Here he is coming back to a snappy landing at the end of a dash.
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