We have a group of bald eagles that winter along the river here and we've had bunches of fun taking drives and looking at them. So we were on our way to church tonight and John commented that he wished he could be an eagle and fly. After some spirited discussion among Sara, John, and Nathan about what it would be like to fly and be an eagle, Ashley piped up as a true hunter's daughter: "I don't want to be any kind of bird because they get shot, die and fall from the sky."
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