An immature golden eagle greeted us silently from above. When it gets older it will lose the white on its wings and tail and become a rich brown. I was pleased with this picture because it is not often that eagles fly low enough to get a decent picture of them without a high powered zoom.
This cliff swallow nest cluster hung on the side of a cliff like ancient ruins. Similar communities could be found all along the face of the canyon but I didn't see a single swallow.
We surprised a little group of deer grazing along the roadside and this fawn was separated from its mother when the herd scattered. We stopped the truck and after a brief moment the fawn decided that it was safe to cross infront of us and it bounded over to its anxious mother.
By the time I came across this moment my face was stinging and my foot was throbbing. But I could almost hear the Choir of Angels as the sun's rays reached up towards the heavens and I couldn't resist taking one more picture.