I spotted her high up on the phone pole as I was making my way down the hill to Mill Landing.
With her back to me, she was catching the last rays of the sun.
And watching everything.
She looked to the right and then far below.
The late evening sunlight caught her soft under feathers, making them glow a warm, fluffy cream.
Yet it was her eyes that had cast me under her spell.
The eyes of these birds do not miss a thing.
Before too long you can’t take your own eyes off them.
Especially if they happen to cast them upon you!
And continued to stare across that channel.
I could see her getting excited as the breeze continued to fluff her soft marbled breast feathers.
Away she flew!
At last, I exhaled.
I paused for just a moment at the Landing, and then, headed for home.