Lunch

This is a grand December afternoon at Deer Fern Bed and Breakfast. The sun is low, the air cool and a waft of warmth tickles the skin. The grass is wet and my shoes, well, they are wet and cold too. Oh, my fingers are cold from pulling weeds as well. Standing in the centre of our property, I look straight up into the sky. My 360° peripheral vision is studded with dark green of the towering cedars and firs. A bubble of blue fills the sky and in the centre, 2 bald eagles fly in tandem, flying in wreck less play. Their bodies tilt and their feet dangle as if their feet and relaxed talons are rudders. I hear the bald eagles just about every day as they talk back and forth. I hear them because I care to listen. It was their idle chit chat that caught my attention, and today, a show for me.

OK, here's the thing. It wasn't a show for me, I think they are after the neighbours chickens. With any luck they got the damn rooster.