I was sitting back on the rocks in an alpine meadow watching marmots and pikas. After 45 minutes, a small plane that was going in circles above me went away. Soon after, I started enjoying the surrounding sights and sounds. The marmots were gaining weight for the coming hibernation season, and the pikas were busy storing food for the winter. I heard a warning call from pikas, about 150 meters away from me a Prairie Falcon was trying to catch breakfast. Unsuccessful, it decided to fly off. Soon after, I heard a sound as if something was coming down on me and then flying by me. It was a Golden Eagle. It flew to the top of the cliffs in front of me, about 200 meters from where I was sitting. It shook its body, and two feathers took to the air from it. One went straight down and the other was pushed by the light breeze toward me. With its light weight and surface area, it slowly made its way down with the blue sky in the background. It landed some forty meters from me among the quartzite rocks.
