|crows and eagles in Sheffield Mills|
For decades the term has been used to describe the best way to deal with the issues that come with aging. If we keep exercising (or maybe for some of us, if we actually start exercising) then we keep in shape. Likewise, if we keep exercising our brain, we continue to think better.
I’ve never been good at exercising, which is one reason that it’s great to be a dog owner. At a certain time of day, my dogs can guilt me into going for a walk by simply coming and sitting and giving me "the look". If the look doesn’t work, pawing my leg usually gets my attention. Their joy is my reward. How can I grumble about our four kilometre walk when I see how happy it makes them? Although I have to admit, I don’t feel the joy while I’m bundling up in my winter coat, boots, hat, scarf, and whatever else I can think of to block those icy winds. But I do feel wonderful when we’re actually out and on the go.
As for keeping my brain active, that’s becoming an important routine as well. Reading the newspaper is a vital, and these days somewhat emotionally painful, as I try to reason what’s going on in the world. My daily sudoku is a fun way to get my brain going. To my dismay, I have started to realize that the books I read are not as complex as they used to be.
Words seem to be escaping me a lot of times now, and conversations can be a little embarrassing. Sometimes names don’t come to me quickly. "Hi, you" doesn’t seem like an appropriate greeting to someone that I’ve known for years when their name doesn’t pop to mind. I used to get extremely embarrassed about forgetting words when I was talking with someone, but now I laugh it off and blame my aging brain.
"Old age isn’t for sissies" has been attributed to Bob Hope, but apparently Bette Davis quipped that line. And if you have to ask who Bob and Bette were, then you don’t fall into the definition of old yet.
Worst of all is that sometimes now I have to re-learn things that I’ve learned before, and sometimes not too long ago.
|I took this photo several years ago, and it won second prize in the Nature category of a provincial photo contest|
I don’t like to fight the crowds on the official weekends, so my husband and I head out during the weeks before the big event. We have missed a few years, and felt that it was time to get back into the habit so we headed over to the valley during the second week of January. We picked a good day. It was raining lightly and I had the field to myself. We’re not early risers, so we never arrive when the feeding frenzy is happening. But there are lots of photo opportunities despite this.
It was when I was fumbling with my equipment and having trouble following the eagles in flight with my lens that the expression "use it or lose it" popped into my mind. I hadn’t quite lost it, but my action photography skills had certainly got rusty.
Patience is not my greatest skill, but I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. There were dozens of eagles in the trees lining the fields, and as I worked with my camera I became aware of what was happening around me. The eagles were "talking" to each other with unique calls and the sounds were coming from all directions. I started to get into the moment, relax and my memory snatched enough recall to get my hands and eyes moving fast enough to capture some action.
|this eagle chose his meal to go - there is a chicken carcass in his talons - taken in 2013 when my skills weren't as rusty|
The majesty of these birds is unequaled in my mind. And to see so many of them together is absolutely amazing. Fair warning to those who attend - bring your binoculars if you are a spectator and your longest lens if you are a photographer. The first year we attended, the eagles were just distant specks in the trees. The best time to go is early in the morning, when the feeding frenzy is in full throttle and you can see the eagles in action, as well as the brave crows and seagulls who will attempt to steal food from them.
|if you arrive early in the morning, you'll see the feeding frenzy that occurs when the chicken carcasses are thrown on the field - taken in 2013|