Birds of Prey

Today we drove around and did some errands. As we were getting back into the car after one of our stops, Caity commanded, "Look at the eagles over there. Look at the eagles." Crouched over the stroller, fussing with straps that were tangled around Jamie, I couldn't see what she was talking about and just ignored her. I mean, eagles? No way. But she was quite insistent so I paused in my strap detanglement and stood up. There, about 15 feet across the parking lot, were two birds - a seagull and a sparrow - arguing over a piece of smushed bagel. "That's a seagull, Caity," I informed her, bending once more to my strap issue. "Oh, a seagull," she said. "Not an eagle." No. Not an eagle.