An Idea Gets Out Of Hand...

So, there's this flat valley several miles from here. Truly, in the heart of the Sandhills. There's lots of water, grass, cows (duh!) and eagles! I love eagles. They huge, beautiful, majestic birds. You don't realize just how big they are until you see one up close, by the road stalking a gopher mound (which I don't have a picture of because I forgot my camera that day....). Trust me, huge!

Each year, in this group of dead trees, the old nest is dismantled and a new one is constructed.  Most nests are big, wide, super-sized bowls. Lots of room to stretch out. This year, I'm not sure I understand the logic of the nest. Did it not start out well? Did she demand a 2-story condo? A separate nursery for the kids?

So I guess to avoid the complaining, moaning, whining about this year's nest, the mate spends his time cruising above the lake. Relishing the peace and quiet of a blustery winter day.

I love eagles.