We knew it was a juvenile, rather than mature, eagle because it's head and tail feathers had not yet turned fully white. They were still flecked with tan and brown.
This regal young raptor brings several thoughts to mind.
The first: that it was lovingly nurtured and tended by it's parents and kept safe until it was ready to strike out on it's own, just like DS2. It has grown enough to be able to leave the nest, feed itself, defend itself, and make it's own way. Just like DS2. It is, as it has always been, in God's hands. Just like DS2.
The second: that we are all like this eagle--capable of making our own decisions and feeding ourselves. This eagle does not sit idly waiting for it's meals, and neither should we. It is up to this eagle to work to procure it's food. This eagle fears little, and neither should we. We too, are in God's hands.
We should all have the poise and confidence of the eagle.
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