After being brutally sick for a week, I can not take another day indoors. My mind and body are grumpy! Regardless of this persistent cough, raspy voice and limited energy, on Wednesday I tell myself, regardless the weather, Thursday I need to get myself and my dog out for a walk. Gloriously, Mother Nature agrees and gives me a nudge and hug through clear skies, late sun rises, and crisp brisk air.
January is prime eagle visiting time here so I bring my zoom lense just in case. Just in case indeed. For two hours I walk along the snow covered riverside and see at least 50 eagles. Some far, soaring high overhead.
Some close, almost intimidatingly so.
As I always am with eagles, I am struck by their majesty, their power, their grace.
From a distance, I can see one tree with 8 eagles on it and head that way. Whether it’s Riley’s presence or my retched cough, most of them fly off before we get near. Two are quite content though, one up high and one below.
Perhaps it’s the giddy rush of fresh air, or just the fact that my voice works now so I can, but I start talking to the eagles. This here is Snow White. I thank her for choosing such a prime spot and inquire whether she wouldn’t mind soaring overhead so I can capture her beauty and strength. She ignores me while keeping an eagle eye on my doggy.
Eventually I get as far as I can alongside the river, so duck up a trail into my favourite stream-side forest trail.
Wow to the Wow.
Enclosed in the trees, seeing the eagles here is more intimate. Their size, their grandeur is in my face, no escaping it with scale and distance under the open skies.
Later in the day when I pick up Kaya from school, she informs me that they had a presentation on Eagles today. She teaches me about their feathers, colours and growth span. I show her these pictures. Next week her class is going on a nature walk to observe Eagles. I will join them and can not wait to learn more!