Wings – Eskildoodle Photos and Feelings

Earning Its Wings

Like couple of awkward teenagers, two young hawks cried mournfully from a roost about a dozen feet from their nest. One finally mustered the courage to take off and fly to the other side of the nest, then after a brief pause, it flew to a feeble branch halfway to the ground. Leaves and twigsContinue reading “Earning Its Wings”

Mini Moth

This tiny little moth, seemingly sleeping on the door frame, caught my attention one day. For some reason its wing was a bit askew, just like my hair in the morning. It made me wonder if it had injured its wing somehow and whether or not it could still fly. I’m betting that it couldContinue reading “Mini Moth”

The Winds Beneath My Wings

It seemed strange to look down on from an altitude so easily attained by an airliner upon mountains that my Piper Clipper had struggled to fly over so many decades earlier. Though on its own power, the Clipper could only reach about 11,000 feet with two persons aboard, winds rising upslope against the mountains couldContinue reading “The Winds Beneath My Wings”