But my stiff old fingers moved slowly, and barely one photo I’d bagged,
when another one flew past our window, adding wonder to my shock. His white-headed parent passed over, and rose to perch on a snag. To submit to Writers’ Weir, email editor Mary Catharine Martin at firstname.lastname@example.org. Robert Winfree celebrates the wonders of life and imagination through science, photography, art and writing. He is currently focused on creating and sharing memories about Alaska’s public lands as an artist-in-residence for Alaska’s state and national parks. I saw them in the weeks that followed, at least daily they came to our tree. Thus was my first introduction to the family at Eagle Rock. We grew to love this family of eagles, two bald and one brown, did we. I grabbed right away for my camera, and fiddled with knobs I could reach. The first was a mottled brown youngster and that one flew straight at me,
then banked at the front porch window, and dove for a branch in the tree. THE FAMILY AT EAGLE ROCK
BY ROBERT WINFREE
Sipping my morning coffee and wiping my bleary eyes,
I looked out the bay view window, when to my great surprise,
two eagles came into my view, flying up and away from the beach. Fiction, poetry and creative nonfiction accepted as space and competition allow.