I took a walk yesterday after work, down to the place where 6 years ago I scattered some of Joe’s ashes. As I neared the location, spotted an immature bald eagle at the shore’s edge. I’d been talking out loud to Joe and was then singing Patty Griffin’s song, Goodbye.
The eagle took flight, coming towards me and only about 30 feet above me, circled around me twice and only when it set down a few feet away realized that it was more interested in the fish that an otter was chewing away at. The otter seeing me, moved away toward the water. The eagle flew off.
Watched that otter eating before it ventured off to the West along the sand.
A magical moment and I like to imagine Joe was present in some mysterious way.
