First sighting - she was perched by the river's edge. Fishing.

Second sighting - she was high above the fields of grazing cows. Wings outstretched. Flying - elegant...graceful and free.

Third sighting - she was found right here beside the pond. In the middle of a picture-perfect autumn day. Just waiting for me to spot her before she flew away.

I wondered what it meant when two worlds collide. When the lake and mountain life converge. When the birds that I've watched and waited for so patiently....and for so many years - appear unexpectedly elsewhere.

Is there something that she's wanting to say?...a message that she's needing to convey?

I wondered - is it possible - that she'd been following me?