end of summer,
where is it going?
an eagle
On the other side of the street from Morris Arboretum, I had stopped walking to focus my camera on taking pictures of a tree whose leaves had already turned a deep red. Then from the tree just above my head, I heard THUMM….WHRRUH! I looked up to see huge wings spread wide, gliding up and up. “That’s an eagle,” Dan called, as we watched it fly off across the Sunday morning sky.
