Then a great peace came over me & I seemed to hear the pines and the wind and the rocky shores say to me, 'You, lover of the wild, are part of us.' – Sigurd Olson
I almost missed Her that evening, so lost in little thoughts I forgot I should be watching. I don’t know what made me glance at the hay barn just then, just in time to see Her in the gathering dark. Ten seconds more and I’d have been too late. I thought She would fly when I stopped the car, most of her kind do, but instead She turned and pierced my soul with shining black eyes. I walked towards Her reverently. I raised my camera: One image, two images, three, then four. “Thank you,” I whispered, and in silence She flew.