The fog rolled in quickly and I was happy to have my extra sweat shirt with hood to pull over my head.
I saw the bright white tail feathers of this eagle as it flew from somewhere on the creek up into the tree top. It settled right over the walking path and I didn't change course. "Certainly," I thought, "it will disappear into the dreary haze as I advance." But, it didn't. Instead it assumed a regal stance and watched me approach, pass beneath, and continue my path into the mist.
The mergansers were paddling in place on the adjacent berm and eying the huge raptor with quiet awareness. A Kestrel (small falcon) was vocally agitated as it swooped between nearby trees.
He came into my view three times during this mornings walk. I was charmed.
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.