The first time we saw an owl in the wild, we went ballistic. It was late dusk- practically dark. It was a little barn owl perched on a gate. We were driving in the bird refuge and pulled as close to it as we could in our cars, took completely horrible pictures, and left feeling like our lives were complete.
We live in a desert, next to mountains that are amazingly grand. I love the endless, rolling expanse of sage with pale, periwinkle peaks in the distance. But I’ve also fallen in love with our marshy bird refuges.
It’s very warm.
We’ve had no snow, which means our water supply will inevitably be cut short this year.
“What you are doing is exploring. You are undertaking the first experience, not of the place, but of yourself in that place… nobody can discover the world for anybody else. It is only after we have discovered it for ourselves that it becomes a common ground and a common bond, and we cease to be alone.”
Our one-year anniversary was coming up, and we hadn’t planned anything for it. I really wasn’t in the mood for planning anything, and I felt like we’d waiting too long to book anything. So I went to take a shower, and in 10 minutes Colton booked our entire weekend full of activities.
Today Colton and I went to find bald eagles at the Farmington Bay Bird Refuge just off of Legacy Highway. The refuge hosts a Bald Eagle Day each year sometime in February. The refuge workers put something in the water to kill off the invasive carp species in the area, which draw the many eagles