There is a camera in Humboldt County that observes a pair of nesting Bald Eagles. The nest is empty now, having served its purpose for the season. But they will be back next spring and it begins again.
Last season, I enjoyed watching the Eagles prepare for their next batch-o-babies. The male would bring a branch to the nest, spend considerable amount of time massaging it into the perfect spot, and then fly away to get another branch. While he was gone, the female arrives, notices the branch and decides it needs to go someplace else. So, she spends just as much time and effort placing the branch where she thinks it works best. When the male returns, his stick has been moved.
And so it goes.
And so Mr. Al and I slowly unpack and adjust to our new environs…removing and replacing each other’s branches.
I’m still recovering from our drive up here. Not that anything traumatic occurred along the way. It was just long…twelve hours long as we pulled a trailer laden down with things the movers wouldn’t take…cleaning supplies, plants, gas for the mower, etc. Oh, and then the three dogs and four cats.
And I’m just so tired of packing, unpacking, making phone calls, arranging for various installations, etc….pretty bone weary.
Last night, I stood looking at the stars as I listened to the hoot of an owl and the lulling conversation of creek water flowing over stones.
New sounds for a new life.