a precious gift

I met these beautiful creatures just before dark. They flew over my head, as though wanting to get my attention.

One of them drops a feather. I watch it sailing to the ground. I pick it up and admire its perfection. “Thank you!” I look up and realise that the two birds have landed on a three up on the rocks, on the other side of the field.

“Oh how I love to have my camera with me now…I do! It is in the truck.” I grab it quickly and  walk over the field. With my camera I zoom into the three. What I find takes my breath away, such beauty. In silence we look at each other for a long time. Both of us curious, openhearted, aware, one.