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Gonna Paint Today…

I was gonna go to town, I was gonna rest and goof off, I was gonna cut the grass and I was gonna clear some more brush. Instead, I am gonna putty and paint the windows today. That is what I am gonna do…

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This is a new crop duster to the valley. It is one noisy little thing and it gets the job done. But at 5 a.m., I think a few neighbors are going to be grouchy today. I took pictures, a neighbor who is 76 years old; jump up and down for joy at the little craft and my other neighbor stood mesmerized as the craft went back and forth weaving a pattern over the local field. I decided to grab the camera and take some images before it disappeared and a hundred shots later, he left…

I was jumping up and down also, for flying is to be a bird in the sky and that my friend, is freedom…

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Introducing, Momma Eagle:

Boza and I had the extreme pleasure of meeting Momma Eagle this morning. We walked to our favorite spot to sit and we came within 5 meters of Momma Eagle. She saw us and we saw her at the same time, we all froze and no one moved. Boza who delights in chasing ravens and smaller birds, just froze…

She did not move and run, but she expanded her wings and I swear to all that I have sworn to before. She has at least a 7 foot wingspan. This is a monstrous bird and we stood there looking at each other, for we have seen each other all summer long and we know each other, just not so close, until now…

I wish I could record what I was seeing and the day we can have an implant to record exactly what we see is here, I will think seriously about such a implant. As it was, I was able to get the camera going fast enough, when she decided to leave, and got two images…

Mamma Eagle just stared at us, as if curious and we the same back, then after what seemed like an eternity that lasted seconds and I could see into her golden eyes with tiny black centers pinpointed as she looked into the sun at us. She let out a skrill noise as I call it. That was when Boza answered back…

Boza barks very little and in this case he barked once and only once, as Momma Eagle skrilled at us, Boza let out the biggest bark he has ever done. He told Momma Eagle that him and his daddy are no push overs. 🙂

He stood on the hill behind me looking down at her and had a perfect point at the eagle. She skrilled again and in an effortless movement of her wings, she lifted up and out over the lake. I was hitting the on button on the camera and all I got was two images of an encounter that was originally 5 meters, images at 100 meters, but I know Boza and I will never forget Momma Eagle as she talked to us at our favorite sitting spot…

Boza then came to me after she left and wiggled and wiggled and wiggled, as I told him what a good boy he is…

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Well that is our morning here in the village. It simply is as good as it gets and now I am going to paint…

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

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