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  • It's easy to see why so many cultures revere the eagles. As we sat in a boat on the Quabbin Reservoir, fishing, I heard a screech above my head. An eagle buzzed me, passing close enough for me to feel its sweep. I ducked and grabbed my camera. I waited, watching him swoop and dive into the trees.

    Sitting quietly, waiting patiently, we passed this tree just as the eagle let out a holler as if to say, "Hey guys! here I am!" I was rewarded with this sight. Two parents and two juvies looped and flew in formations over our heads while the sun glistened off the water and the breeze kept them aloft. It was a privilege to say prayers in the presence of these raptors.

    I am grateful that people cared and protected these enormous flying mysteries. When we pray, we ask the eagle to take our prayers up to the Creator because no other creature gets up that high... Brother Eagle.
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