Each morning, while having coffee, I walk out to my dock. Lately, eagles have been using it as a dining table. Today was no different. Before I got to the dock River was already they’re barking. She was letting me know eagles had just left and not finished their meal of duck.
When I found the partially eaten duck, on the steps of my dock, I left it alone. Usually, I need to sweep away feathers or sometimes fur. This duck was fresh and knowing these big birds would want it, it remained untouched.
One of the eagles was sitting in a tree with his back to me. He seemed a bit put out over having his breakfast disturbed. They, or at least one of them, flew back later and finished the meal. I made certain our smaller dog, a wirehaired dachshund, stayed indoors. She weights 20 pounds, a hefty catch for an eagle, but I am not taking any chances. Brenda would not take it well if her dog became dinner.
Leaving the eagles to their dining River and I headed for a run. It was only 5K today and she was full of pep staying ahead of me all the way. Afterwards I got in some decent archery practice. All the while the eagles flew overhead, looking for a small dog I suppose.