It was noisy on the river this Sunday while I was weeding. I was in my front yard and the noise on the river was muffled and blocked by the house. Hubby, on the other hand, felt it was time to mow the lawn! There were several hours of THAT noise and then suddenly he was way up by the driveway and I had peace and calm once again. Amazing how body tension disappates when all is calm.
I could hear my natural neighbors once again. I heard a woodpecker making some call. I heard the song of an unusual bird and wish I was able to find it. Birds are migrating and we never know what is coming through this month.
My face was covered in sweat with sweat drops falling off my nose as I put down the clippers and got my camera. I sighed as the quiet of the woods settled in. I was on my knees taking a photo of a very small gray tree frog that I had carefully avoided while weeding earlier. He was about the size of my fingernail. Then in the quiet I heard an unusual sound.
It was a very close whoosh-whoosh-whoosh. I looked toward the garage wondering if hubby was in there and had turned on some fan that had trouble starting. It was an odd quiet sound and I just knew it was mechanical. Then a shadow crossed over me and as I looked up a large bald eagle flew 12 to 15 feet over my head and was crossing the lawn heading toward our gate and other trees at the front of the yard.
Yes, I was too much in awe of his prescence to turn the camera on him fast enough. His flight was so quiet that you would only have heard it when there was no other noise aroundIt reminded me of the very quiet flight of the barred owl that we had unintentionally followed down the river on our second canoe trip the other day. These birds of prey are certainly most stealthy.