But it is on days like today that I think I admire those hulking birds of prey the most. Rainy, windy days when the river is angry and the white caps make it look like a churning caldron. The eagles seem to thrive on this sort of weather, almost daring the wind and the waves to ruin their day or keep them from their next meal.
Instead of hunkering down and letting the weather calm down, they choose to soar and ride the air currents like daredevils. They screech to one another with the enthusiasm of young children chasing each other on a playground. And they dive and dance, sometimes with a purpose and sometimes it seems as though they do it just for the shear enjoyment...without fear, without hesitation, without concern for who might be watching.