In our recent visit to Michigan, we visited the Husband’s aunt near Roger’s City. Upon our arrival, after settling in a bit, we went out on the quads, the sole mission to explore. I brought my cell phone, and figured that’d be good enough. Yet, we rounded the corner to the lake and sitting atop the lookout was a bald eagle. In the wild, a bald eagle!
I snapped a couple of inadequate photos with my phone and mourned the fact that I had left my camera with the longer lens back at the house. The Husband, reading easily my disappointment, let his aunt know what we were doing… she nodded sagely, kind of smiled, and said she would wait there for us to return. She said she knew the eagle landed there, most evenings, some mornings.
We came back and I took a few more pictures and then the eagle flew away, swooping over the swampy lake and soaring majestically into the trees. I figured that would be the last I saw of it that day.
The engines to our quads roared to life and off we went through the trails, bouncing over rocks and feeling the wind rushing past. We came to a fork, and as we decided which way to go, I leaned out a bit and glanced up… and there was that eagle again! I took a couple more pictures, terribly focused, but I was so pleased. And then it took off again, flying away to a quieter location.
There were so many moments of beauty that day. Here are a couple more.
These photos of Buddy the dog were entitled by the Husband’s aunt: “Happiness is a romp in the swamp.”