I saw my first male bald eagle, Saturday, while driving between Jenner and Guerneville. I can’t explain what happened inside—there’s something mystical, powerful and spiritual about his majesty. I was awestruck and can still pull up the feeling when I pause to think about him.
There’s also an osprey nest nearby—and two ospreys majestically rose from the nest when I neared with my camera. Their haunting calls shivered down my spine and I, again, got caught up in the mystery and spirit of these fish eagles.
Now, more than ever, we must tread lightly upon this lonely blue planet that has sustained us. The ospreys and bald eagles must have room to fly.



