much better than the turkey

When I was growing up, our nation's bird, the bald eagle, was a mysterious beast seen only in my social studies book and in National Geographic. Now I live on the banks of the Upper Mississippi where I can go down to the river and see soaring bald eagles every day. Yesterday, Sam and I stood and watched six of them circling over the frozen water. When things get warmer and they come down to scoop out some fish, I hope to get a nice photograph of my own.