Baby reaching out of the nest wanting food.
In July I stayed with Mary in Tofino. Mary, in her early 80’s lives a simple life in her cottage on Chesterman Beach. She talks to friends, listens to the radio, reads, makes simple meals for one and walks on the beach watching everything that goes on in her natural neighbourhood. She lives in her own time zone. She does what she wants, when she wants to and in one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Every day Mary takes her binoculars and goes for a long walk along shorline to keep tabs on the local flora and fauna. She doesn’t hurry but notices everything. While I was there I went with her twice and both times we ended up sitting on rocks watching an eaglet impatiently waiting for, and being cared for by his parents. This little sketch was my attempt to capture the picture above.
Baby Eagle reaching
One of the joys of the trip…really… has been the joy of reconnecting with hand written letters. Several of the women I stayed with, Mary included, are living lives without computers (imagine). It means that to keep in touch I need to write. I used to love doing that and have haven’t done it in years. It is such a nice format. Anyway, Mary and I have been writing back and forth and she sent me this picture of the eagle baby as a fledgling. Her son, a nature photographer took it on one of their walks. Babies do leave the nest. It is so sad but also wonderful.
Mary's Eagle (sorry, the computer cut his tale feathers off. Don't know how to fix that)
I am thrilled by the gifts that continue to pour in from the time I spent on the road. I am glad I can share some of them with you. Keep posted.
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