I made the long drive home both exhausted and in an emotional search for the weekend’s blessings. I’d shortened my trip by a day and a half to get a step ahead of Tropical Storm Beryl, which was expected to bear down on the exact 250 miles of my drive.

And thus I pulled into my own driveway with the luxury of some “found” time. I parked, then wandered into the back yard without unlocking the side porch door.

Let’s see if those baby eagles happen to be about, I said to my traveling companion, my sweet little dog, Little Bit.

And sure enough, there across the pond in a tree, was one of the babies. But I didn’t gaze at the Eagle long because this caught my eye.

I knew without thinking just what was awaiting me there in the yard. A gigantic feather—at more than a foot long, by far the biggest I have ever found.

A great big heavenly reminder:

I got you girl.

I exhaled, then started to unload the car.