Unforgettable….many years ago, after a visit with my Appaloosa mare, I was about to get in my car when something made me stop and look up. I stood for about 15 or 20 minutes with my mouth open in absolute awe as four Gyrfalcons spun directly overhead. Gyrfalcons are northern birds, but they do sometimes come down as far as Indiana, as they did on this particular day. I am honored to have been in their presence, to have observed their magic and stunning beauty.
(This poem has appeared in Branches Magazine)
(Gyrfalcon photo by Claude Auchu via surfbirds.net)