The hubster and I sneaked out of town last Saturday morning. Narrowly beating a rain storm and in spite of a detour, we found the bald eagle's nest that son learned about the week before. It is always so impressive to see these great birds in the wild. Many years ago, about this time of year, we joined a birding group at Pere Marquette State Park near the confluence of the Illinois and Mississippi rivers. The eagles were everywhere, perched high in the trees along both rivers. It was there I learned to recognize the young bald eagles by their brown heads.
And the snow drops are blooming.
Need I say more?
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