Little Utah Farm: The Eagle Tree

Sunday, January 6, 2019

The Eagle Tree

Making whole wheat bread
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I was making some Honey Wheat Bread ( recipe in Whole Wheat Honey Bread post ) one afternoon when Paul, my husband, came home early from work and whisked us off to see something special. He wouldn't tell us what it was. Last time he showed us a whole herd of llama and another large herd of deer grazing just around the country corners of our neighborhood. I was excited to see what he had in mind. My hands were caked with flour. But there wasn't time to clean up. I knew by experience everything changes quick around here and I best get going.

The camera and coats were pulled of the hooks by the kitchen door. We hopped in the white F250 Ford Truck and headed on down the road. The truck turned into the driveway of the farm on 3000 North. Paul pointed off into the distance. "Eagles!" The Eagle Tree boasted 4 or more Bald Eagles looking out over the snowy alfalfa fields for food. I tried to get a picture but they looked like tiny dots in the lens. Paul took the camera and took off to get a closer view. As Ricky and I waited in the truck, Paul climbed over the green gate and made his way down the lane. It was a long walk down the lane. There was a wind break of tall red winter willows to his left. The dirt was wet and soft from the melting snow. He approached the end of the lane and turned right towards The Eagle Tree till he got to a fence. We saw him snap some pictures.

Three Bald Eagles in the old elm tree.
Iron County, Utah
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We saw him turn south past the fencing and kneel down amongst some rabbit bush. "What is he doing, Grandma?" asked Ricky. Just then we could see the beautiful chestnut red horse approaching him. "Grandpa has a way with horses" I said. And we watched him do his magic.

After some loving pats on the horses nose and neck and some kind affectionate questions, he snapped a picture of the horse. The eagles wings spread open and off they flew in to the sky. He and his new horse friend, wandered back down the lane together. The horse knew his boundaries and stopped halfway down the lane and returned to his pasture.

When we got home I cut the bread dough in half and let it rise on a tray near the floor heater in the living room. In an hour I slipped the loaves into the hot oven. Everyone knows the smell of home baked bread. The house was filled with the scent of it. For dinner we had hot soup, homemade bread and a high spirited conversation as we recalled how grandpa came home and whisked us off to The Eagle Tree.

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