My wife Donna knows I love eagles, so it was a good sign for our relationship when she suggested we go eagle watching in the Annapolis Valley of NS on Valentine’s Day. It was snowing moderately hard when we got to Sheffield Mills, the destination that is marked with blue and white signs emblazoned with the emblem of an eagle. We passed farms and trees and fields covered with white snow. There were no signs of the big birds. Then just as Donna suggested maybe this was not the day, a huge white-headed bird glided directly above the car.
A few miles on we joined a few cars parked at the side of the road. A collection of the raptors sat in the trees to our left, and a lone bird sat in the field to our right. Occasionally one of the birds would soar into the sky, its wings beating in that slow, sure rhythm–like a silent ghost floating in the snowy air. A couple of ravens were sitting on the ground, their feathers fluttering in the wind.
I got out of the car and took a few photographs, my hands quickly getting cold. Although there were farms and a few cars and people around, we had that sense of being in the vast expanse of nature. The big birds have a timeless quality. You get the feeling of the scope and scale of nature. The snow falls. There is that sense of quiet power out there. It is impossible to describe in words. It was a wonderful day.
Happy Valentine’s day, Donna.