I feel like I’ve been pretty clear about my love for worship eagles. I’ve written about how they would be an awesome addition to any church and have long celebrated their abilities:
1. Being able to swoop in and carry out screaming kids in the middle of service, dropping them directly in foam ball pits.
2. Screaming loudly to emphasize a particularly dramatic point in a sermon.
3. Looking awesome.
I even posted a photo once of one from a church. But a lot of people said, “that’s a dove not an eagle.” And looking back on the year, you might have been right. That was probably an olive branch in it’s beak. I just got over excited and jumped the gun. But not today.
I took this picture on a pier in Orange Beach, Alabama. It was a bulletin board that showed all the massive fish different people caught on the pier. And then I saw this photo, which made absolutely zero sense to me.
1. Did that guy catch that osprey on purpose?
2. If you look closely, he’s got a feather in his hat, like he’s caught one before. Is he an osprey fisherman? Or “ospreyman” as you will?
3. Is that a pet osprey that he just brought down to the pier to show off?
4. If so, where might one acquire a bird like that? Are they legal to own in Middle Tennessee? Hypothetically speaking.
5. How bad does that bird want to attack that guy? Look at his eyes. They are orange balls of bird rage.
So many questions. But the only one that really matters is,
“Now that we’ve seen actually seen a potential worship eagle, how would you caption this photo?”
