Fair Week

The best week of our summer is hands down the week of the county fair. Games, sloppy finger food, animals, and truck pulls...who wouldn't love that? I went three days in a row to the fair and I loved each of them, but this year was truly special.

What's more American than the county fair? A bald eagle of course. When I took the three boys I babysit to the fair Wednesday afternoon, we did the usual rounds. We saw the animals, played a few games, and finally got some lunch. When we were cleaning up our garbage, I looked up and saw a huge bird leisurely soaring overhead. At first I thought it was a turkey vulture, like I've seen on the farm before, but it had a white head and tail. 

I'd never seen a bald eagle before, except in the zoo, so I wasn't positive that's what I was seeing. I called the one man I knew would absolutely know the answer, my granddad. He confirmed that bald eagles have white tails and that's what I managed to snap a picture with my phone of. 

It was pretty awesome being at the fair and seeing our country's mascot soar right over our heads.

Have any of you seen a wild bald eagle?