It was so quiet and still until I heard the loons calling to each other. The absence of wind and people made our Sunday morning journey one I will not soon forget.The river was as smooth as glass. You could see amazing details in the reflections in the water.
Our journey began with a nod from the bald eagle perched in the tree as we passed. A flock of geese flew overhead followed by trumpeter swans.
Ken interrupted the work of a beaver and watched as it slid off the bank to the safety of the water.
King fishers, mergansers, dippers and cat birds all made their presence know as we drove and walked along the river’s edge.
A group of mule deer fearlessly crossed our path as me made our way back into town.
It was thirty-eight degrees, cloudy and awesome. What a magnificent day.
photo by Ken W. Hall, title: Family Ties
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