Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Sky Eagles

There's no pictures with this post.  I was too awe struck to think of raising the camera.  Cruising up 108 and somewhere off the beaten path in Polk County North Carolina, I looked up to see a bald eagle soaring and circling to ride a thermal up. I pulled off the road to watch.  Another eagle joined the first and they began to call out to each other, as they continued circling the thermal updraft.  Eventually, they reached a fairly high altitude and drifted away.  This was my first fully confirmed spotting of a bald eagle in the wild.  The other two spottings were at such a great distance that I couldn't confirm with confidence that I had indeed spotted an eagle.  This time it was up close, with no doubt left, and two of them at that!  What an amazing and beautiful sight! 

To bad I missed taking pictures.  No doubt, you've seen pictures of eagles though.  I have seen pictures of eagles; plenty of them.  But, never before had I seen a live eagle in the wild.  It's one of those, you had to be there to appreciate it things.  That's one more check mark on my bucket list.

And to think that it happened, right here, beneath the Carolina moon.

Dread