We always have a yearly get together around the time of my parents anniversary since it's easier than trying to plan it during the Christmas season. We always go out so no one has to deal with the cooking and cleanup. All siblings were there and some of the next generation and my niece brought her new baby, so there were three generations represented. My Aunt Jess died this past week, so it was bittersweet. She was pretty much the last of that generation, so now, my siblings and I and our cousins are now the "older" generation. We still manage to have a darn good time for a bunch of old farts. (And thanks to modern technology, we managed to have a video conversation with my older brother's youngest son who is in Utah by passing an iPhone around the table.)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
What a HUGE lucky shot this was and lordy what a story.
Butch and I set off to Wal-Mart today and as we passed by the vernal pond on our road he spotted a Red-tailed Hawk just off the road. It was still there when we came back so we scooted home so I could grab my camera. We turned around, went back and I got several shots of the hawk. Poor Butch picked the wrong place to turn around and got stuck in a parking lot that we thought they kept plowed. As I was struggling to push, while he drove (backwards, but...) this nice guy stopped and helped and got us unstuck. Neither one of us was thinking that we should have given him something for helping us, although I did surprise him by giving him a big hug.
I had fallen in the snow several times trying to push the car so I was wet and as soon as we got home I got out of my wet clothes and Butch was lamenting the fact that he didn't think quick enough to give the guy 20 bucks or something. I jokingly said, maybe he was on his way to Wal-Mart and just on the outside chance, we said what the hell and drove back to Wal-Mart. I looked for the hawk, and on the same carcass was a BALD EAGLE. I'm yelling to Butch about it and of course--I have taken my camera back home. After cruising through Wal-Marts lot and not finding our savior (driving a hyundai with a cowboy hat in the back window) we headed home and the eagle was still there. So, again, we race home, grab the camera, go back to the pond and caught him just as he lifted off. The hawk was much less wary and never moved when I took pictures, but the eagle wasn't. Still, I never thought I would ever get a picture of a Bald Eagle.