There was a hawk I could not identify despite looking in three bird books.  He was again spotted sitting on a wire kind of scrunched up dark brown over twelves inches tall.  He was near a marsh again for the third time.  Last week we spotted an immature bald eagle (no white head) and a red tailed hawk (identified by my wife) both flying high in the sky.  Nearby the eagle there is an eagle nest high up the cliff which could only be seen when the trees had no leaves.  This could be the third year it was there.  We are still waiting for the first goldfinch to come to our thistle feeder.  I don’t understand why they have not found it.  I did put out fresh thistle.  Maybe, they have not come because I did not clean the feeder.  My faucet for outside was still turned off.  My wife today saw her first crocuses going into town.  Every day there will be more surprises.  That is the wonder of spring.

Every time I look up at that mountain facing my town I expect to see a bald eagle.  Last summer someone told me that two eagles were nesting there and he had a telescope trained on its nest.

The nameless mountain is across the mile wide River.  Every time I look at the sky and wonder whether I will see at least one and best of all two.  I know they probably fly up and down the River seeking fish for their prey.  I wonder about their young and when they leave the nest.

I keep peering at the sky and wonder how long will it be before I spot one.  Before I moved to this state I had never seen a bald eagle.  Of course, I did not live near mountains and this magnificent River.  I will catch a glimpse of this bird when I least expect it.  I continue to look up the sky and mountains and River.