I went to my Cherokee friend who had a shop in my town and asked for her help. I knew she went to Sun Dance on Pine Ridge each year (and had done so faithfully for many years) and knew Lakota language dialects, so I asked for her help finding the right name for the bird.
She was honored I asked for her helped and told me to come back in a few weeks. Spur of the moment, I stopped in the shop one day. She said she'd just gotten the name that morning. She then said she hoped I didn't mind, but she went to the medicine man who is the Intercessor at the Sun Dances and asked, with traditional offerings (tobacco, sage, sweet grass, etc,) for a. Traditional naming ceremony for the eagle. She told me the Lakota name that was given during ceremony. I sent tobacco, sweet grass, and sage, along with a photo of the bird, to the medicine man. My Cherokee friend said he didn't speak much English so I should not expect a reply. Sure enough, I heard nothing.
Two years later, that medicine man and another, and a contingent from their spiritual community drove east (for many it was the first time away from Pine Ridge) to create ceremony here in Mass. My Cherokee friend was their hostess here. I had no idea the Oglala Lakota were appearing here to do ceremonies until three days before they arrived. I volunteered to help with preparations, and was invited to join the crew of organizers at a feast to greet the Oglala community. The feast was held at my Cherokee friend's home.
I was nervous about meeting a very traditional medicine man but excited. When I walked into the living room I was startled to look at him and realize I'd met him before, somewhere - I vividly recognized his face.
He listened carefully as I thanked him again for the eagle's naming ceremony, and giving him an update on her status. He said, "I found that bird. She was injured and couldn't fly. I could have let her die so I could have her feathers but I wanted her to live. My sons and I caught her, which was very difficult because she was so strong. Then the wildlife people came and took her. I told them I wanted to know where she ends up living. A long time later they said she went to live in Conn. "
I was stunned. And also still stunned that I recognized this man's face, his voice. After a while I remembered that the one time, 10 years earlier, I visited my old friend/falconry teacher in South Dakota. And at an opening show/exhibit of Indian art I had been introduced to the medicine man by my friend's lover, Joe. When Joe introduced us I looked into that guy's eyes (I had no idea he was a medicine man) and the weirdest, most unsettling feeling ran through me. It was intrigue, mixed with a strange unnerving expectation, and an electrical charge. I sort of wanted to run screaming way but I just couldn't leave, though we stood there in awkward silence. The Indian man just stood there, inscrutable, looking intently into my face and especially my eyes.