Today we took the boys swimming at Raccoon Creek State Park. Admittedly, that was not our first plan of action. We had intended to rent a people-powered boat, but since there were five of us and the bigger boats were not available, we couldn’t get a boat we’d all fit in unless we got a motor-boat. No thanks. But we had a nice chat with the boathouse guy, about this and that, mostly about how boats have to have certain weight ratings and how those ratings have changed to account for so many obese people in the world.
In the course of our not renting a boat the guy, whose name I don’t even know, said “keep your eyes open, not a day this week has gone by that that bald eagle hasn’t been by.” He seemed pretty serious, not like he was trying to talk us into a boat, but that he was just saying what he’d seen.
We gave up on the boat and went down to the swimming hole so the kids could splash about some. And I had no sooner stepped foot in the water than this big old bird of prey comes circling around the swimming area, diving first to the right of the swim area, then circling about and diving on the left. I probably wouldn’t have paid it much mind, if it weren’t for the guy at the boathouse.
I looked closer, and I thought I saw a flash of white as it went across the swimming area to dive in the fishing waters on the other side. Again, it crossed, and my husband confirmed my identification. For twenty minutes the eagle swooped and hunted fish just yards from where we stood watching. I have never seen an eagle hunting in its natural habitat! I may never see it again. (Gosh, I wish I had my camera!!) My kids stood and watched. Several people in the swimming hole stood and watched. But most folks missed it, or thought it was a hawk. They hadn’t talked to the boathouse guy, I guess.