Soaring

We rode along the Mississippi River on the Iowa side.  It was a perfect day for a ride, 70 degrees and sunny.  

"Mom!" Cedar called out, waving his camera around trying to get a picture, "They are all Bald Eagles!"

I veered into the road before pulling over because I was trying to look up.  We had been hearing their cries and he finally spotted them.

Later we pulled into an overlook, far above the river.  The eagles were soaring below us.