Joy Unspeakable and Full of Glory
The event is traditionally called Eagle Day and occurs in the spring, but after the region experienced flooding for three years in a row, Fish and Wildlife moved the event to the fall. In a sad reversal, huge swaths of Sand Lake are giant dust bowls after a mild winter and a summer with almost no rain.
As she moved slowly along the length of the semi-circle she extended one of the wings. The children, without too much noise, stepped forward and stroked in reverential awe. Finally she asked everyone to move away, and we waited.
In addition to the obvious, namely that I was within five feet of a bird we never get to see up close if at all, I think it had something to do with sharing with others a rare glimpse at Perfection. The emotion was palatable as the Eagle, once injured and interned and now free, reverted to its inspired instinct, knowing instantly that it was at liberty to do what it was created to do. Scattered applause from others told me that they were feeling the same. A man's voice somewhere near said, "Be free." I suspect we wanted to fly away too.
And the human person had done it. We were at our best as we rescued, healed and released. There was no violence, no grandstanding, not even a hint of "progress." Everything was as it should be. Maybe we knew it and rejoiced.
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