I doubt I have one drop of Irish blood coursing through my veins, but I love corned beef and cabbage, Irish music, and tales from the Emerald Isles. I think I may also have picked up, by osmosis no doubt, a bit of the luck of those people, and in keeping with that tradition, I managed to spot a miracle while I was searching for the mundane. The osprey are due back into our area any day now, and while I was searching a favored spot along River Road in Ashaway, Rhode Island, for newly returned fish hawks, I discovered something else, something completely unexpected. When I was scanning the trees near a likely nest, I saw something large that appeared to have an all-white head. It couldn't be, I said. Impossible, I declared. But when I worked my way closer to rule out any possibility of seeing what sure looked like Bald Eagles, guess what? It wasn't wishful thinking. What a fully mature bird and its less-adult traveling companion were doing in the area is beyond me, but I sure lucked out in being precisely in the right place at the right time to capture a remarkable sighting. St. Patrick's Day luck, indeed.