Relative Something

I just love looking at this guy. This is the eagle statue that used to be down by the barn. When we first got here, it was buried out of sight beneath a tangle of bramble that had been allowed to grow, uncontrolled. It took a visiting contractor to notice him there and point it out to me.

I uncovered it, and then we left him there for a while. When we later made the decision to dig out the hill he was on, to make a route behind the barn to drive vehicles, we needed to find another spot for him to perch. Nothing really jumped out to me, so we parked him in this new spot, almost out of default for having no place else that seemed ideal.

Now that he’s been there for a while, I think it’s the perfect placement. He certainly commands greater attention here. It is at the top of the driveway, 90° to the garage doors on the house, and on top of the hill above the back yard.

When the wonderful folks who sold us this place stopped by for a visit a few weeks ago, we were informed that the eagle used to belong to her father. She noticed him there right away. I was pleased that she was able to find him now commanding a spot of such prominence.

I feel as though his expression changes from time to time, when I look at him. Sometimes, I see a sly smile. Other times, he appears very stern.

I’d be more than happy if it turns out that his glare is something that will ward off snakes.