The grass was wet from recent rains, so Jamie and Andrew removed their shoes before crossing the field which led to Miller’s Pond. By the time they’d reached the summit of the small hill that overlooked the pond, Jamie was wearing only her pants and Andrew was naked but for his trousers. He was in the middle of removing them when Jamie said, “We’re almost there, let’s race.”

“No fair,” Andrew called after her. By the time he got his pants off, she was already halfway down the hill.

“I thought you wanted to make love on the...” he started to say when he’d caught up to her.

“Birds,” she said, pointing to a pair near the pond’s shore. “I think they’re plovers.”

“Lovers?” Andrew asked.

“Plovers,” Jamie repeated. “But I think they’re also lovers.”

“Like us,” Andrew said, embracing Jamie.

“Wait,” she said, after a minute or two of kisses, and she stooped to slide off her trousers. While in that position she fondled Andrew’s cock.

Not many moments later she had it in her mouth.

And not too long after that it was in her cunt and she was riding him. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” she chanted. “More. Harder. Yes!” His back on the grass, Andrew bucked them upward, both of them on the verge of orgasm.

Just then a shadow swooped across the sky above them.

“What was that?” Jamie blurted. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!”

“What?” Andrew said, opening his eyes.

“An eagle,” Jamie wailed. “An eagle’s got one of the plovers. It’s flying off with it.” She clenched her fists, then beat them briefly on Andrew’s chest. “It’s so horrible,” she cried. “It’s ... it’s...”

“I know, I know,” Andrew said.

They lay there on the damp grass, Andrew’s penis softening inside her. “Think of it this way,” he said. “Eagles have to eat too. Probably she’s bringing it to her babies. They’re probably—”

“Don’t say it,” Jamie said, covering Andrew’s mouth with her hand. She got up. She started walking up the hill.

“What about your pants?” Andrew asked.

“Fuck my pants,” Jamie said. “Fuck my shoes and my shirt and everything.”

Andrew hurried into his clothing. He insisted Jamie wear his shirt.

They’d almost crossed the field when Jamie said, “I’m sorry I was such a ... whatever I was.”

“I know,” Andrew said. “It’s sad.”

Jamie squeezed his hand. “Stupid eagle,” she said. “When we get home I just want to get under the covers with you and fuck and fuck and fuck. Would that be all right?”

Andrew gave her hand a squeeze. “Yes,” he said.