Where the Eagles Fly. . .

On our day trip Wednesday, we poked around Booneville, Mississippi, for a while, then started home. We were not paying attention, and missed the turn onto Highway 365 that would take us to Highway 72. We turned on the GPS (Missy) to help us get back on the right road. Missy routed us through a county road that wasn't even paved. It was very narrow, but thankfully, we didn't meet any vehicles going the other way. Hub was worried that the branches near the road would put a scratch on his Jeep. We were not happy with Missy at all until we came around a sharp curve and saw this.

I saw the nest first, then Hub saw the eagle. It sat there, without moving, not caring that we had stopped to stare. I'm sure it didn't identify us as a threat to whatever it was guarding in the nest.

Hub kept seeing something white in the nest. I shot this with the best lens I had with me, but I still can't tell if it is a little one or just some feathers in the nest.

Check out that beak and those talons.

I think God must have been smiling. We were so frustrated for missing the road, but we would have missed this if we had not. It was the best thing we have seen in a long, long time.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea and rides upon the storm.

~William Cowper

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