The Fireman Who Could Fly

Two days ago, my Lily and I were walking in the valley and she spotted something moving in the underbrush.  As we got closer, she shouted  “It’s the Fireman.”  He had gotten himself tangled up in some tumbleweed.  Certainly a strange predicament for an eagle.  He had been trying to free himself from the stickersContinue reading “The Fireman Who Could Fly”