Jack stopped down for a bit on his familiar rock, knowing there was something there to eat. The hawks were nowhere around, so he ate in comfort.
The morning was foggy, yet bright enough, showing Jack in a softer, misty contrast.
The timing was of the Lord. I was happy to get a photo of Jack like this. It truly was a split second blessing.
I cleverly titled it “Jack Eating in the Fog”. It is the first time seeing a raven’s tongue, and it ready to catch the food he just brought up in his bill in mid-air.
I have begun a painting. More on that later.