Over the weekend, we went to Eagle Days at the old Chain of Rocks Bridge in St. Louis. What’s funny about this is that we live less than a mile from one of the best eagle-watching spots in the US, yet we got up at 6:30 to go freeze ourselves far away. It was pretty neat, though, I have to admit.
Several years ago, the bridge was closed to motor traffic and later re-opened to foot traffic only. People can walk from MO to IL over the Mississippi river, if they have that kind of energy. (me, I’d rather drive) Eagle Days is a once a year thing with educational programs, trained spotters on the bridge, special viewing scopes, etc. This was our first time attending and it was WAY too cold… we didn’t last long on the bridge. The temp was in the single digits all morning and it was so windy on the bridge… I’m sure the wind chill was a shocking number. I couldn’t feel my legs after about 15 minutes up there!
We went back to the educational tent pretty quickly. See how everyone’s bundled up?
A lady from the World Bird Sanctuary had an eagle on hand (er, literally) and gave an informative talk. I learned that eagles live to be about 20, and that the oldest so far was 41. When the eagle flapped his wings, a big whooshing sound could be heard through the whole tent, which was amazing:
BTW, this eagle is one that was found on the side of the road, and turned in to the WBS to be saved; they fixed him up and released him, but a few months later he was found nearly dead again… he just didn’t have what it took to be an eagle in the wild so he’s now in show business. Isn’t he handsome?!
My gloomy outlook at the prospect of turning 40 has evolved into a feeling of gratitude that I made it this far, and a renewed sense of purpose has me wondering what I can do with the next half of my life. Maybe later today I’ll even feel a bit celebratory, but I haven’t had enough coffee yet :)