Okay, I admit it. I was more than a little disgruntled and not at all looking forward to the miles of backtracking.
I started walking back, over the rolly railway rocks and the creosoted ties. Sigh. Now I was just plain feeling sorry for myself.
I looked up.
Is that an eagle chasing a little bird? That would be unusual.
Then her wings went into a dihedral. No, not an eagle, only a Turkey Vulture. She caught the wind and rose.
And she was beautiful.
A trick of the light lit a cross behind her and she sailed away.
I made the trek. Went home. Had a bowl of soup. Took my boots off. Laid down gratefully...and the phone rang.
It was my friend Mi. She said with great enthusiasm, "Want to go check out the eagles? I haven't been out to the nest for awhile."
I paused. "Sure, why not? Just let me get my boots back on."
As John Muir said, "When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world."
And isn't that the truth.