Eagle fathers take turns with the mothers in caring for the eggs and eaglets. They are hunters and opportunist, known for their keen sight and soaring. Though a golden eagle would be larger, I decided to go with the bald for recognition's sake. His wings are partially stuffed with downy feathers I've been finding all over the place - either from aquatic birds or grassland and woodland dwellers. I want to be fathered by a God who is both gentle and kind but also able to teach me to soar to great heights.
As I worked on my eagle, I cackled with laughter, incredulous at what I was creating but delighted at how it was shaping in my hands. Having looked at quite a few bald eagle images, I felt a bit like my grandfather, a former nuclear engineer who takes the same precision required in that line of work and applies it to the intricate woodcarvings of wildlife he creates. He is a master, and I love that, in this slight way, I am like him.
And I suppose that is the point coming full circle - creating something that reflects the way I'd like to be fathered, the act of creating itself reflecting the wonderful ways in which I already have been fathered!