1495. ooh!

ooh! 

a hundred yards away or more—

it’s huge!

That’s no hawk, it’s huge! It’s an eagle! White head and tail feathers—its imposing size sitting solidly in that tree, 100 or 125 yards away. Unmistakable. We waited and waited, hoping to catch site of the magnificent bird lifting off and soaring into flight. It didn’t. 

National emblem of the United States, the eagle has no fear of adversity and lives 20 to 30 years in the wild. The mature bird stands 3 feet tall or more, has a wingspan up to 7.5 feet, can weigh 15 pounds, and dive at the speed 99 mph. No wonder it’s called, “king of birds.”

1494. chilly morning

chilly morning 

sunrise lighting up the creek

ooh, there’s a buck!

 

Looking at the sun, focused on how its light spread across the waters of the creek, it wasn’t until I lowered the camera from my face that the buck crossed my vision, ambling away. Another instance of how I wasn’t seeing what was right in front of me.

1493. which way?

up in the air

waiting for the light to go—

ninety-six pigeons

 

Every time I arrive at this intersection, I look up for the birds. They’re always there. Sometimes they all face the same direction, other times they’re facing every which way. Those birds fascinate me. I can’t tell you why for sure, but I think it’s their sense of community. It’s like a religion—pigeon religion.