I was working on a quilt upstairs, went to the ironing board to press a seam, looked out the window and that's all she wrote. I was outside in the snow for a better part of the afternoon taking pictures of the sheep in the lower meadow. I am always thrilled to have the pleasure to walk among them, you can't imagine. It's a large herd, at least three large rams, all in their rut.
Wanted to ask her what she was looking at as she continued to look past me at the mountain behind me. No mountain lion, two eagles instead.