Happy trip over the bridge..

I was beginning to despair seeing my friends again....afraid maybe they had moved their nest somewhere else and would not be seen upon the bridge anymore. But earlier this afternoon there was Ernest, sitting atop the very first light standard after the western high rise. I always wave to him when I see him....to either of the eagles. Somehow everything seems right with the world when they are there. By the time I returned home, just a few moments ago, Ernest had flown and was nowhere to be seen. But now I know that he is still around, and that makes everything seem in its place.