Mondays are never my best days. It always takes me a little longer in reacclimating myself to start the work week. Such was my morning this morning, as I rushed about, wanting to get to my office a bit earlier than usual. I had a meeting to start immediately upon my arrival. I was doing well, about 15 minutes ahead of schedule and well on my way to a few moments of peace before the others would be arriving in my office with the expectation of coffee and a two hour meeting.
I headed out to my car to start and warm it on this chilly, frost-ridden Monday before pulling out. One of our resident crows was cawing loudly above me—not abnormal, for I intermittently leave them peanuts for their breakfast, and had not done so this morning. I looked up (as any good photographer should) and beheld what you see in today’s photograph. (The crow had long since fled). Bestill my heart. What a beautiful feathered beast.
I hadn’t had my camera in hand, but rushed back into the house to grab it. I fired off four quick shots and then returned to awaken my husband, who was relaxing in bed, having taken the day off. We stared in wonderment until such a time that I knew I needed to leave. He stayed until I backed my car out of the barn and then finally flew off toward Elk Creek.
It was well worth being late for.