Bones, Sandstone, Water
Blog Articles and Illustrations by
Annie Imogene Catura
Free-spirited Naturalist, Artist & Earth Warrior. An intuit encouraging folks to live intentionally. A drawer who writes, blending art, history, and storytelling. Watercolor artist, adventure and history writer, advocate for whole-child education and families being together. Audacious book absorber, lover of woods, water, rocks, and trees. Passionate about all things eclectic music. A listener, curious deep diver, and lover of moments when time disappears.
The Fledgling
I feel like I am watching my upcoming parenting-an-adolescent years in fast forward here on the banks of the North Platte. This mother Bald Eagle stepping back, ignoring the pleading cries of her oversized fledgling in favor of him learning to hunt for himself, but still watching. I literally observed her hiding being a rock and peering over the top at her fledgling. I wonder how long this dance has been happening; a month, weeks, days, just today? I mean, he sounds pretty hungry. Is this the time he is going to do it & get himself some food?