227/365, originally uploaded by Heather-L.

John and I went to the local rescue zoo. This bald eagle hurt her right wing and the leading edge had to be removed, grounding her for life.

It actually makes me really sad to think of being able to fly and then not being able to anymore. I dream a lot that I can fly, and then when I wake up, of course I can’t. Sometimes, I’m grateful for the good dreams. Other times, I wake up in tears because I really would give just about anything to be able to fly for real.