In L.A. we watched in awe as two golden eagles soared above.
I envy birds their ability to fly – to take to wing as the impulse dictates, and soar. This crow, one minute sitting dockside, decided to fly directly at me. Never quite sure which is a crow and which a raven, these birds were very vocal on Vancouver Island, as if elders ruling the land.
Closer to home, we’ve had several encounters with the Great Blue heron, a bird I never tire of watching.
Where would we go if we had wings, and how high would we fly?
(Submitted for Cee’s Black and White Challenge: In flight.)