There’s a family of at least three eagles living close by. I’m fortunate to live on the third floor and have a large window. Sometimes when I’m sitting on my couch watching TV, I will turn my head and look just as one of the big birds glides past right at eye level. Oh how I love eagles! So beautiful! So fierce! I watch them fishing and hunting all day. It’s easier in the winter when there are no leaves on the trees to hide them. Such patience as they sit, watching everything, waiting for their opportunity!
I always see eagles, wherever I go. A couple of years ago we were going on a road trip with my boyfriend’s son and I made a scavenger hunt game for us to play in the car to occupy the time. It was a big list of items and whenever one of us would see one we’d yell out to claim it as their own, meaning than nobody else could also cross that particular wishing well or whatever off their list. An eagle was on the list. I saw a couple as we drove through the wooded Plaster Rock highway to Grand Falls. But I didn’t call it out to claim them because I wanted to give the boy a chance to find one first. I knew there would be many to see.
As we were leaving Grand Falls and heading toward Perth Andover, the boys were saying they’d never see an eagle before we arrived at our campground. We’d driven hours through the woods and they hadn’t seen one, how on earth would they see them now, amongst houses. Eagles are rare and difficult to find, they agreed. The boy was disappointed, starting to get upset. “There’s an eagle,” I said and pointed to the sky. “There’s another one! And another one!” By the time we reached Perth Andover, I’d seen I think seven eagles, always waiting until the last possible moment before pointing them out, hoping that one of the boys might notice it first.
When things are stressful or I’m worried, seeing an eagle instantly calms me. “Ahhh, there you are! Yes, it’s going to be all right, then.” Maybe the eagle is my spirit animal.
The sports teams at my high school were called Golden Eagles. I used to wear an eagle pendant on a chain around my neck and I had an eagle pin for my lapel. I remember wearing dangling eagle earrings. I don’t know where any of that jewellery went, but my boyfriend insists he still has the lapel pin because I gave it to him before I went to university in Toronto. We dated that summer. Sometimes, I wonder how our lives might have been if we’d stayed together then, but I know it wasn’t supposed to happen that way. We wouldn’t be the people we are today if we hadn’t gone through life as we did. I wouldn’t trade all my experiences, adventures and memories for anything. Maybe I’ve been like the golden eagle, gliding, soaring, patiently waiting, fierce and growing stronger every day.
Drinking: the last of my bottled water, and the tap water has gone dirty
Listening To: all the little birds singing their morning songs
Hair: so short! I keep reaching to take down my ponytail, but it’s not there