What a difference a week makes. Last weekend, DH was carving five feet of snow from between the roof-lines next to the house, and the dogs were bounding through the stuff in the back yard like deer on crack.
This weekend, it’s a glorious 50 degrees, the snow is melting as you watch, and the dogs have discovered that mud is fun.
DH and I wandered over to Wabasha to the National Eagle Center, and were able to meet the three resident eagles. This weekend was Soar With the Eagles weekend, and so there were lots of folks hoping to catch a glimpse of the eagles as they migrate along the Mississippi. Ironically, since we’ve had such a lovely few days, the river has broken up to the point that there’s lots of open water and so the eagles have more territory to hunt and they’re not congregating in one spot. We did see a few swooping over the water, but not as many as apparently have been seen in previous years when the weather is colder.
They’re wonderful creatures – majestic and beautiful. If you’ve never visited a place where there are Bald Eagles in the wild, c’mon over. It’s something everyone should see.