As a family, we go to Wyoming to experience the mountains and wilderness. Our family roots are there, and we come away refreshed.
On Christmas day Dad and I were pulling the kids on sleds. Suddenly Hannah shouted “eagles!,” pointing to the sky. I jumped out of the truck in time to see two magnificent bald eagles directly overhead. Their wing spans seemed immense. They appeared to be no higher than the top of the horse barn. They had been flying close together despite the enormous speed, calling back and forth with constant cries. Suddenly, in mid-flight almost directly over us, they clasped talons and cartwheeled. It was over in an instant. They flew off over the pond and into the trees just to our northwest.
There were no bald eagles in northern Missouri when I was growing up. This is what we go to Yellowstone for. But this year the wilderness came to us. What grace the wildness is, which the eagles brought across the continent to where we are. We went home for Christmas, and came away refreshed.
Christmas day was Piper’s first-ever experience of snow! She’s running along with the sledders, wondering what the strange humans are up to.
The snow greeted us our first morning home; it had fallen overnight. With sub-zero temperatures, the white Christmas lasted until we left for Oklahoma on the 11th day.
Photos by Laura – thanks! And how in the world did you manage to catch that first one, of the eagles in flight? (For more of Piper, and a short clip of the eagles, see the video at the end of Laura’s post.)