When I was working my first tree care job, I had angered my employer and was thusly pulling all stump grinding, spray hose dragging, and tree fertilization. One day I was fertilizing out to the drip line on all of the fifteen or so grandaddy sugar maples on the front lawn of the high school I dropped out of in the pouring rain. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself by about 12:30. Then I looked up and saw a big bald eagle flying back to his home on Mt. Equinox. I had always heard a couple lived up there, but had never seen them. I realized that if I didn't have this job, it was highly unlikely that I would have seen that. Even in stinky communal rain gear with more holes than rubber, on an ugly day at a dead end company (for me anyway), I felt pretty lucky.