Tuesday, November 30, 2010
When I left the beach and was walking back up the hill, creeping as quietly as I could because I hoped to spy on the smaller birds that graze in those berry bushes, a young woman jogger passed me. She was listening to music over her earphones and looked at me as though I were nuts. (I was standing stockstill, peering up the cliff face, trying to be utterly motionless and silent.) I had to give up on the little birds, then, but when I reached the top of the hill I almost immediately saw two hawks (rough-legged, I think) and, as I began crossing the meadow toward my cabin, a bald eagle.
Oh, and I had an insight just as I was leaving the beach. What more could I ask for?