Out walking downtown Iowa City last week and three bald eagles circled above my head for a quite a while. They were flying very low, (it was a warm day,) and the light was just right, so I could see the details of their bodies very well. For the first time I was really able to get a sense of just how large they are (wingspans of 6-8ft). I was a little bummed because instead of just not having my camera with me at an exciting time (like normal), I had actually just relieved myself of my camera only moments earlier. Oh, well. Thought about how I hadn’t had a normal bird (i.e. fully functional) ever perch on my arm, just the super sad birds from the pet store whose wings are clipped. I could always get involved with the raptor center, but how nice would it be to make contact with a bird that is totally free and chooses to perch on your arm.
Last night, dream:
In a nature area. A golden eagle with most of his wings ripped off was there. You could see a little bit of bone and some blood on the edge of the remnants of his wings. His eyes were a little crooked and he looked sad but friendly. He was having trouble getting around but he came over and perched on my arm. I liked him a lot, a sweet little brown guy, but clearly it was a more than a little distressing that his wings were ripped off. Then I saw a great photo of one of the bald eagles from last week, that I would have taken.
So, I have decided to revise my view on possible future regarding birds perching on my arm. It is totally possible that in my life I will be blessed to have a fully functional, big, beautiful, magnificent bird perch on my arm. But in the mean time, maybe I will get in touch with a raptor center. I am sure the injured birds could use some love.