In her eye

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.

St. Jerome


Her secret wish, mirrored in the slice of blue gray in that eye, was a tasty late breakfast consisting of Ruby Red Squirrel, feasting on peanuts out on the patio.

I was quite a distance away from her, watching her in a high basket, gazing out the door, spying on the wild things eating. This image is highly cropped, but the clarity of her shiny eye speaks to the mastery of the Nikkor 300mm lens pushed to it's limit.

For the Record,
This day came in gray and cloudy with cool temps.