It is raining eagles at Goldstream River now!
There are young ones and old ones. "Is that your brown baby beside you mom?". I always wonder.
The babies seem to stick close to their moms.
I wonder where they come from. What is there nest like. How far did they fly.
Do they know me. Do they remember me from some nest I go to. Do the babies remember me. What is their favourite tree.
I try to be very calm and still and to tell them it is ok. The rotting fish in the river gives a pungent smell as I sit in the bushes.
The gulls cry out in excitement. You can hear the eagles screaming to each other. They fly over your head, some close by some far up. Some eagles are right in the river eating the fish.
I wish all the people in the park would go away and leave the eagles alone so I go to some far off place up river where I can be alone in the bush. It is raining and raining. The eagles are all wet. Their wings outstretched to dry. I blend into the rain and the forest scenery and sit and watch my friends the eagles.
I dream of a time when I will fly with the eagles and be one with them. Oh how I wish they could talk to me and tell me their stories. Here we all are at the eagle party, just the eagles and me. Their shrill calls wake me from my eagle dream slumber. I walk through the mud careful not to step on the dead rotted fish and bear signs. It is time to leave this place of wonder and head home.
I take with me the memories I have of all the eagles I have met over the years. I have watched many have nests each year and treasure meeting each of their brown curious babies that do wild and funny things.
It is a wonderful time of the year for the eagles as there is so much food in the river, there are dead fish all over. What a miracle this cycle of life is. The eagles and the gulls are the clean up crew for the fatty fish buffet laying before them. It will keep them healthy and warm for the winter.
Now as I am older and sick, I feel even closer to this miracle. The fish return to the rivers that they were spawned in, not only to die but to feed the cycle. They feed all the eagles, gulls and animals. Even the little dipper is happy to eat a few eggs. The seals came right up the river to pop up at my feet and to shock me as I walked along. There are bear and otters too. The trees cannot talk to me but their roots tell me how happy they are to receive all the nutrients in the soil that the fish bring to them from far out in the Pacific Ocean. It is such a happy happy day for nature and for me!
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