I️ took my mom with me the other day to see the Audubon where I️ volunteer . On the way there I️ have been spotting bald eagles. My mother has never, in 73 years, seen a bald eagle in the wild. She watches the bird cams online where she can follow eaglets or hawks or even herons.
On our drive there, no eagles were visible. I️ was bummed but hoped they may be about on our way back. And just one was. My mom wanted me to post this eagle, despite any other eagle photos that I’ve posted because this is her special eagle.
In a separate occasion my center was rehabbing an eagle who had been poisoned. The eagle did make a full recovery and was released but in the meantime, my father came to visit while I️ was volunteering and was able to take a peek at the eagle. For the release, he and I️ met up together in a quiet weekday morning to witness this beautiful creature, soaring back to his lands.
I have been able to connect both of my parents to a personal experience with an eagle while they were in their 70s. I’m so grateful that I could.