Tuesday morning, Election Day, as I left for work, there was a frikkin' bald eagle IN MY YARD.

I live in a large suburb north of Dallas. I have a very small yard. The urban sprawl extends way beyond us, although there is a golf course not too far away and one large corner field not too far away that remains undeveloped. Still. I've lived here over 20 years and never seen a bald eagle in the neighborhood.

I wasn't even sure what it was at first. My car was in the garage, so I got in and backed out of the driveway into the alley. As I pulled out past the trash/recycle bins, I saw something out of the corner of my eye in the small strip of grass between my husband's car and the fence. Something about the size/color/texture told me it wasn't a cat or dog so I backed up to see what the heck it was. When I got far enough back to see it clearly, I realized the mid-sized brown thing had a white head and it was a very large bird of prey. He was looking right at me with a "What are you looking at?" attitude.

I took off for work thinking, "Was that an eagle? Could that possibly be a bald eagle?" So I went straight to Google once I got to work and searched for birds of prey in my location. I scrolled through pictures of all the hawks--nope, nope, nope--and then I searched eagles. Bingo. There have been a few bald eagle sightings in my area and that's definitely what I saw.

Was it a sign? I hoped it was a sign. I've been praying non-stop not even for Dems to win, but simply for truth and justice to prevail in this country. All I know is after I saw that eagle I felt much better about how the day would go and so far that hope has been holding.

Your grandfather ditched the name Drumpf. Too German? And then there’s your new name, Trump:



See also trumpery:

Trump should have been laughed off the stage at the very first 2016 GOP primary debate, if not sooner. But they welcomed him with open arms.

This is Collin County, just north of Dallas. I'm not aware of any other elected Democrats in the entire county.