The Pictures I've Missed

Oh for a new camera!!! My poor Kodak can’t begin to keep up with the things I want to do with a camera. Moan! …The pictures I missed…! This is my second opportunity in just a couple of weeks…
Bald Eagle circling overhead… got a bead on him; could even see his white head in the viewfinder but the photo is just a small spot in cloud filled blue sky. I watched the Eagle turn large slow circles toward the clouds for several minutes when suddenly from far above a crow zoomed in and began repeatedly whacking the eagle on the head. Spectacular aerobatic show as the eagle banked, turned and dropped below the tree line. When the birds came back into sight a second crow joined the first, taking turns dive-bombing the eagle. The contest continued as they swept across the treetops. Powerful deep wing beats sent the eagle soaring upwards but the crows were still on top of him maneuvering far faster than I could have imagined. Cawing furiously they continued their determined onslaught turn by turn until the eagle turned and retreated down river and out of their territory.


We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down,
The poplars bend and whip back till it split to fall,
The elm tear up at the root and topple like a crown,
The pine crack at the base - we had to watch them all.
The ash, the lovely cedar. We had to watch them fall.

They went so softly under the loud flails of air,
Before that fury they went down like feathers,
With all the hundred springs that flowered in their hair,
and all the years, endured in all the weathers -
To fall as if they were nothing, as if they were feathers.
- May Sarton, We Have Seen the Wind, 1938