Jaisalmer, January, 2007
My friend from Canada, Judy, lost her son a couple of years ago. Both of us have had some very interesting signs of Chris to show us he's okay. 
When I find feathers, I think of him. Today, as we walk through this ancient village, I suddenly spot an eagle feather at my feet. There are many eagles out here flying around as we travel. Then I hear a strange squawking sound and the three of us look around a corner and see a beautiful sight. There are several peacocks standing nearby. 
They live wild in the desert here. They are quite skittish so by the time I get a photo of them, they are pretty far away. This is the wonder of the Jaisalmer desert; so barren, then suddenly, so beautiful.
When I find feathers, I think of him. Today, as we walk through this ancient village, I suddenly spot an eagle feather at my feet. There are many eagles out here flying around as we travel. Then I hear a strange squawking sound and the three of us look around a corner and see a beautiful sight. There are several peacocks standing nearby. 
They live wild in the desert here. They are quite skittish so by the time I get a photo of them, they are pretty far away. This is the wonder of the Jaisalmer desert; so barren, then suddenly, so beautiful.
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