Our kayaks round a bend in the Catawba River – and we see it. A flashing streak hitting the water, a splash and then the powerful wings coming into focus as they pull the bald eagle up with a squirming snake in its talons.
We all sit there stunned for a moment. Then, we’re all talking at once, amazed at what we’ve just seen only a few miles from where we live and work.
My children run back down the trail to me, chattering, “Mom, it’s so big!”