Isabelle (“Izzy”), my eagle friend, disappeared for a couple of weeks and I was afraid she had found greener pastures. Like, maybe she had developed a taste for rabbits and squirrels and was forsaking the plump coots and ducks down around Lake Morton.
But now she has returned to grace my presence again. Even perches on the same branch in the same tree as before!
Plump Tender Muscovy
Tough Old Coot
I may not see Izzy again. She has miles to go, and so do I. I leave soon to explore shrouded vistas in the Smoky Mountains, spring flowers along the Blue Ridge Parkway, and wild horses in the Outer Banks. Then Yellowstone and West by Northwest!