We saw the forecast for a chilly day, but bundled up in our heaviest winter coats and headed out anyway. Chilly doesn't describe how cold it was. The phrase bone-chilling might come close, but still doesn't accurately convey just how cold it was that day.
Our view from the bridge:
Yes, apparently the eagles were smarter than the humans and were not fishing in the Mississippi River that day. I personally think they decided that Florida would be a better place to spend January.
The only bald eagle we saw was this one on display:
We do have a memorable picture of us all bundled up and the story about how the day was much, much colder than it looks in the picture. (The flag and tent in the picture are from some war reenactors who braved the cold for the event.)
I'm sharing a "years ago" story corresponding to each letter of the alphabet for the Blogging through the Alphabet challenge hosted by Marcy at Ben and Me. I often tell my children stories of things that have happened in our past, and now I'm taking the time to write down those stories.
Don't give up on the Eagles! We've had better luck going a little north to Clarksville and sometimes Alton. The colder the better because then the eagles depend on the locks and dams to break up the ice over the river. We saw over 300 eagles in Clarksville. We'll have to meet up next year for Eagle Days..
ReplyDeleteSadly, we aren't near St. Louis anymore. Who knows, though, the Air Force may send us back to that part of the country again some day.
ReplyDeleteI also forgot to mention that this was a "way back" story -- almost 10 years ago.
DeleteWhat a great memory - despite the cold and the distinct lack of eagles. LOL
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