notes and comments

I knew there was something I meant to say, but didn’t. The eagles are out in force these days. If you are very quiet, you can glide your kayak right under them, as they are drying out their wings. I prefer the younger, mottled eagles, before they have developed the white cap. The nice thing about bald eagles is that once one gets close to them, they are very unlike their iconic image. Much fiercer looking, with a kind of cruelty in their beaks that defies the sentimentality of patriotic symbols. Robinson Jeffers says the storm is tucked in their wings…