Yesterday afternoon
It's been a rainy breezy few days.
Water collects in longer streams and pools on the gravel road, in the flattest section of the prairie.
A sun break cleared clouds.
Between listening to wonderful community radio broadcasting across the Salish Sea from Port Townsend Pete and I took a walk to the trail to the "upland acres" ...
We tromped the thick patches of grass, and walked the trails where Blackberry has not yet taken complete control.
I wanted Pete to notice the Cedar, there aren't many up there, but there are more than I thought as he discovered. One Cedar at the top of the land is actually two trees growing intimately together.
We separated in our exploration, Pete was under one of the Cedar checking on a piece of plywood left lying against her(Cedar) broad hip.
I heard them before I saw them. A loud screech, familiar, but different. I turned in the direction of the call ... toward the road.
Flying below the tree tops came Eagle. Eagles. Eventually three of them.
We had gotten too close to their nest in the Cottonwood.
They buzzed us.
Pete watched them soar from their low-flying position into the sky and probably (guessing because we didn't actually see them) going into or over their nest.
Wow.
Nesting time?
We have a lot to learn.
It's been a rainy breezy few days.
Water collects in longer streams and pools on the gravel road, in the flattest section of the prairie.
A sun break cleared clouds.
Between listening to wonderful community radio broadcasting across the Salish Sea from Port Townsend Pete and I took a walk to the trail to the "upland acres" ...
We tromped the thick patches of grass, and walked the trails where Blackberry has not yet taken complete control.
I wanted Pete to notice the Cedar, there aren't many up there, but there are more than I thought as he discovered. One Cedar at the top of the land is actually two trees growing intimately together.
We separated in our exploration, Pete was under one of the Cedar checking on a piece of plywood left lying against her(Cedar) broad hip.
I heard them before I saw them. A loud screech, familiar, but different. I turned in the direction of the call ... toward the road.
Flying below the tree tops came Eagle. Eagles. Eventually three of them.
We had gotten too close to their nest in the Cottonwood.
They buzzed us.
Pete watched them soar from their low-flying position into the sky and probably (guessing because we didn't actually see them) going into or over their nest.
Wow.
Nesting time?
We have a lot to learn.
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