A Saturday Snippet
President Obama is going to be (or already is) in New England this coming week, but that is not who I’m talking about.
I absolutely love our back view. I lie in bed at night, right up next to the back window, and fall asleep to starshine and wake up to sun or clouds or wind on the pond. I was going to start a series of weekly “through the window” photos, but . . . I guess the screen is going to make those less inspiring than the scene actually is.
Paul and I will slowly come awake in the mornings and Paul will say sleepily, “There’s the osprey,” or “Lots of ducks out there today.”
Apparently every spring, a pair of bald eagles also flies through the neighbourhood. I missed them last year and my Paul and I didn’t even know each other this time the year before that, so I missed them that year, too. Not today, though! Today, for all the world as if they knew I had nothing to write about for Saturday Snippets and wanted to help me out, the two eagles made their stop on the pond.
They were enormous. They flew about the circumference, and back and forth over our house. (We made Oscar stay indoors.) They dipped and soared and dove. They swooped and hovered and glided. Then they landed in the tree right on the corner of our property above the pond. The female blended right in as soon as she landed, but I managed to get some semi-discernible photos of the male.
They hung about for maybe five minutes, with my Paul and me cautiously but intently lurking with cameras, trying desperately to get an actually decent shot, yet not daring to move lest they fly away. Finally, fly away they did, back around the pond once, and then away. We’ll look for them again next year.