I sat out on the back patio of Barbara and Mary's house, under the pine and flowering apple, listening to the musically trickling fountain, with humming birds all around, sparrows in the throes of spring love, herons gliding past at eye level over the water, listening to the sketchers all around me happily painting and chatting. Out on Baby Island two bald eagles came in for a rest - one landed in the top of the clump of trees that crown the island, the other stood at attention on the grass. In the two hours I sketched, the tree eagle took off twice to skim the water and snag a fish, carrying it back to its perch in the treetop. The other eagle never moved - just stood swiveling his big, shiny white head around to survey his domain. What peaceful, lovely day in idyllic surroundings.
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