A Sweet Moment

I have been trying to take a picture of a bald eagle since I moved to my home in Montana. It became something I would laugh about when I would call my dad and told him about the latest almost picture.

It started with my waiting in my car while my husband was inside a business in Bozeman. I felt a strong nudge to get my camera out. I ignored it after all I was behind a building in the city. What picture could I possibly want to take. I ignored the urge only to have a bald eagle fly pretty low near the car. So as a joke I took a picture of the space where the eagle had flown threw, basically empty blue sky.It became a joke to tell my dad about the latest almost photo.

One day several bald eagles where in a pasture by the side of the road. I had not taken my camera with me that day.

The next eagle encounter I thought he will never believe this one, but told my dad anyway. I had been driving along Int 90 at 75 mph when an eagle dropped down to my line of vision in my lane and flew in front of me for less than a minute. Something I wouldn’t have believed if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. I immediately called my dad on that one. That is after I was able to close my mouth that had been hanging open. My dad has since that call gone into a nursing home in CT. So the spontaneous calls have ended.

So the sighting of the eagle in the tree yesterday was an ooh ooh moment. Maybe I can finally get a picture to send my sister to show my dad.  The eagle did not take off as I pulled my truck over to the side of the road I lowered the window, raised my camera and took three photos. This majestic animal received my gratitude as I drove away.

The sweetest part was imagining the smile on my dad’s face when he sees the pictures my sister will show him.