The creative juices aren't flowing. I have eagle photos and eagle stories but that spark of inspiration that enables me to pull them together has been elusive. I'm not a disciplined writer who sits at the desk at the same time each day and pounds out words on the keyboard. More often, I wake up with the words just flowing from me, or I'm out walking and the story swirls around in my head. I just can't write on demand. So, one day, you will get to read the story and see the photos of the eagles - or many stories of many eagles - but as I haven't blogged for awhile I shall just post some photos of our wander through Craig Bay Heritage Park from a couple of days ago.
We love this park because it is quiet, level, alongside the ocean, lightly forested, grassy, with pockets of wildflowers that change weekly. And it is never, ever busy. In fact, many times we don't see a soul. Peaceful is the singular word that describes it.
|A light breeze blows the tall grasses as we stroll through the trees.|
|Maggie stops for a rest near the wild rose bushes that line the shore.|
|Closer picture of the roses.|
|And closer still.|
|I spy splashes of red amid the grasses.|
|Oriental poppies! One of my favourite flowers, so big and bright.|
|Maggie posing near a mass of daisies.|
|Some crows were hopping around us and making a racket. |
I soon spotted why - Junior had just fledged!
|Mama and Papa Crow were encouraging him to fly, but he just wanted them to feed him.|
After we moved further away, they indulged him with a bug or two.
|Maggie, pose for me!|
Not now, Mama, I's napping!