I've lost count of the number of times I've trudged up the hills, sat waiting in the cold breeze and rain, and seen almost nothing.
Today was different. The golden eagle had read my mind, seen what I had imagined might happen, and kindly followed the script.
I spotted it perched on a ridge in the distance, and it took flight, heading towards me, then drifting by, below, lit up by the winter sunshine.
Magic. 😎