The turkey wattles and gobbles, living in hardwood forests and in the open places of fields, pastures, orchards and marshes. Its sights are limited for its feet are never far from the ground, feeding off of acorns, nuts, seeds, fruits, insects, buds fern fronds and salamanders. The turkey forages off the ground in flocks, scratching the earth to uncover food.
The eagle, the bald eagle, patrols a home range that is vast or small, where food is present in great quantities. It feeds on fish from both fresh and salt water. Once an eagle spots a fish swimming or floating near the surface of the water, it approaches its prey in a shallow glide and snatches the fish out of the water with a quick swipe of its talons. Even though they are fish eaters, they will take ducks and birds or whatever
prey is available and easiest to obtain. Because of the energy expended during hunting, an eagle has to spend a lot of time resting quietly. Eagles sit at the top of the food chain, having few enemies due to its size and power.
An eagle, living as a turkey, will go unappreciated and undervalued. An eagle living in the land of a turkey will grow weak and without purpose–maladies that will be misdiagnosed and covered in condemnation, all reasons to live in isolation apart from the society of turkeys. An eagle was made to soar, a majestic display of workmanship, grace and power. A soul that longs to soar will not be satisfied living low and close to the ground, no more than an eagle was created to live like a turkey.
Fly, eagle fly, way up in the sky.
Lift your head and spread your wings
for you are regal and anointed
in the heavenlies.
Your sight is sharp.
Your moves are swift.
Power and Grace
are under your wings.
Rest in your place in the wilderness,
safe out of the serpent’s reach.
On the Solid Rock stand,
all other ground is sinking sand.