BoydCreek2

I got this e-mail today!

I LOVE eagles and really enjoyed this ... hope that you do too ... Linda
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Subject: FW: What is so special about Eagles

>What is so special about eagles?
>
>I asked my friend Mickey, who is a bush pilot in Alaska, "What's so special
>about how eagles fly?" Mickey's response was an invitation into his plane.
>
>He took me into the high mountains above Ketchikan, and way back beside a
>nameless lake, we found a pair of bald eagles playing on the high air
>currents. White heads, seven foot wing spans, orange beaks, glistening >feathers, two eagles coasting on the wind.
>
>"Watch," said Mickey. He took his tiny single-engine bush plane down as
>close to the tips of the trees as possible, slowed it down to where we were
>almost in a stall, and the eagles came right up to the tip of the right
>wing as if flying in formation with us.
>
>"Watch how they fly," said Mickey. And I watched. The eagles hung exactly on
>the tip of our wing, their feathers hardly moving, staying right beside us.
>It was like watching the Blue Angels flying at an air show! Every once in a
>while I could see a pinion move just slightly, or just the very tip of the
>wing would lift or would drop. But mostly, the eagle just glided along >beside us above the Alaskan wilderness. It was beyond belief, an
>awe-inspiring ten minutes. We finally pulled up and left the eagles to play >with the wind around their lake. Then Mickey said, "What you really need to >do is watch what happens when Mama kicks the eaglets out of the nest."
>
>High, high mountains. Big tall tree. Nest in top of tree. Giant nest of
>sticks. But, Mother has taken downy feathers and lined the nest, >transforming it into a soft, safe place to grow. Then, all of a sudden,
>Mama eagle comes home, comes down amidst her "ready-to-fly" eaglets and >begins tearing up the nest, ripping it to shreds, pulling itthis way and
>that way until there is nothing left except painful sticks and branches
>sticking straight up. All the baby eaglets are out on the edge of the nest
>screaming, "Mom! Mom! Why are you doing this? Are you OK? Mom?"
>It's an ugly sight.
>
>Then Mom chooses one of the eaglets that's clear out on the edge of the nest
>never wanting to get back into that sticker bed again. Mama eagle takes her
>giant wings and knocks baby eaglet right out of the nest. As he falls you can
>hear his scream, "Mommmm!?!?!"
>
>Throughout the fall he is flapping as hard as he can possibly flap his
>wings. Then Mama eagle dives down, swoops underneath and catches the baby
>eaglet on her back. You can almost hear the baby eaglet, "Mom! I thought I
>was going to die! What's going on?" Mama eagle quietly flies up until she's
> no more than a dot high in the sky. Then she turns upside down and knocks
>her baby off again. His screeches of "Mommmm!" echo throughout the canyons as
>he flaps uselessly.
>
>Sometimes it takes five or six different drops before baby eagles learn the
>Great Truth of eagle life. "You don't fly by flapping your wings. You fly by
>relaxing into the current. Just like Mama."
>
>Think about what that means for you. Your life does not depend on how fast
>you can flap---for your energetic actions are not the issues. Your trust is
>the issue.