Til The Storm Passes Over

We had been warned for days that it was coming. And with each passing day the predictions became a little more threatening. Cold air pushing down from Canada, hot air rising from the south and a strong jet stream tearing through the atmosphere from west to east across the nation’s midsection is the perfect scenario for producing devastating storms. We knew it was coming, but did they?

Bald Eagles are easily impacted by storms. Their aeries are usually high in the treetops and weaved into forks and limbs that were not designed to hold a nest that could weigh more than a thousand pounds. Jim and Cindy lost their aerie, and several years of hard work, in a windstorm just 16 months earlier. Their old sycamore survived last year’s wind but three neighboring sycamore trees had snapped in two, half way up their trunks. And that was with a straight-line wind, not the twisting, swirling, roaring winds of a menacing tornado with its changing pressures, deadly lightening and torrential rains.

As Sunday morning progressed so did the dire reports of pending doom. Out west, the storms were brewing and the news was getting worse by the minute. Severe thunderstorms, numerous lightning bolts and powerful tornados savagely ravished town after town! While we humans listened to the reports of damage, Jim and Cindy worked on their nest in the stiff winds gusting around them. Stick by stick, one after the other, they added to their lofty home under the cloudy skies. Reports of devastation in the regions around Missouri and Illinois clogged the airwaves. Videos of funnel clouds danced across our television screens. Pictures of entire neighborhoods that had been  instantly flattened by the vicious giants flooded our minds as we struggled to comprehend the magnitude of pain and suffering that so many were enduring. As we watched and prayed, Jim went fishing.

Jim fishing before the storm.

Jim fishing before the storm.

As our cloudy skies slowly began to darken and take on a more ominous hue the radar images showed the progression of this freight train of destruction racing towards us. Tornados were now rampaging across parts of Indiana. The winds began to bellow and blow even harder and the thickening clouds donned a sickening tone and began releasing the raindrops which they had been concealing. Then night fell. Darkness shrouded the monster at the door. The howling winds battered the trees and stripped many of their remaining leaves. As the windblown raindrops pounded against the windows of our home, my thoughts again turned to that aerie in the sycamore just 2 miles away. How could it survive this wind, let alone what lies just ahead? Warnings after warnings were issued. Neighboring communities were being impacted. Sirens were sounding. Thunder rattled our windows and our nerves. Lightening flashes lit up flooded roadways. Frightened people were seeking shelter in their own homes, cowering under mattresses. Where would the eagles find shelter in this storm that was now on our doorstep?

And then…it was over.

Early Monday morning the daylight revealed the truth. Dayton had survived the fury with little damage. Power was interrupted in some neighborhoods and some trees were down, but all in all, we were alright. I could feel the smile spreading across my face as I caught the first glimpse of Jim and Cindy’s mansion still crowning the well field canopy. Standing proud and strong in the morning light the behemoth proclaimed to all the news of its victory over the elements. The aged sycamore standing beneath the nest with outstretched arms beamed with pride as its white bark reflected the sun’s glowing rays.

Jim delivers...

Jim delivers…

One more stick for the aerie.

…one more stick for the aerie…

...while Cindy supervises.

…while Cindy supervises.

Jim and Cindy had also survived unscathed and have been spending a number of the daylight hours adding to their home in preparation for this spring’s oval-bundles of joy. How they survived the winds I will never know. For that matter, there are so many secrets about these two that they will never share with us. But that is alright with me. It is a joy just to watch, and learn, and wonder. When turmoil strikes my own life, when I am blown and battered, when things go bump in the night, the lessons that I have learned from watching Jim and Cindy overcome so many challenges with such grace and determination inspire me and help me to cope ’til the storm passes over.

Published in: on November 21, 2013 at 5:14 am  Comments (12)  

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  1. My heart was in my throat as I read your post! So glad for your happy ending! Live long and prosper, Jim and Cindy!

  2. It is a joy to read about Jim and Cindy.Thank you for your well written posts! I look forward to your stories.

  3. Beautifully written as always! Put’s little drops of water in mine eyes 🙂

  4. Will give thanks on this Thanksgiving Day that Jim and Cindy’s nest and tree survived the storm. Amen!

  5. I was concerned about them all night Carolyn. Fragile bones, hard trees and tornadic winds are not a good combination.

  6. It is a joy to share about them Diana. Thank you for following this adventure with us!

  7. Thank you Darlene. I hope that it also put a little smile in your heart.

  8. It is always good to give thanks Kathy. I thank God for this blessing all the time.

  9. I have wondered about them, and what a beautifully written tale of how they made out. Yes, it is a mystery and the secrets they keep. Thank God they’re safe, and thank you for the update, amazing as always.

  10. I kind of know by now how you write your posts. And that most of them have happy endings, but you had me worried and I wanted to read the ending first!!!! One of my mothers favorite songs was,” When You Walk Through A Storm” and that we should have faith that God will watch over us. And I believe that applies to other living creatures too. Like our Jim and Cindy!!! They have a purpose and a reason for surviving all of these hardships, but like you said, they help us to cope with our “storms”. Thanks for so much, Jim!!! Polly.

  11. Thank you again for your comment. They made out quite well indeed.

  12. Well said Polly. They have walked on through the wind, walked on through the rain, though their dreams were tossed and blown. Their journey encourages be to walk on with hope in my heart as well.

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