We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Well devoted to hunting and fishing in Dad's case. It was a rough day for them yesterday, with wet snow all day. Even though the camera was blocked much of the time by snow, you could glimpse one or both, looking all bedraggled, but with the chicks snug and dry below. Fun.
Just for grins (and the love of raptors) here's an associated Peregrine cam at the James River Bridge nest (three good angles though, JRB1, JRB3 & JRB4 -- JRB2 is useless), which has two new chicks and two eggs yet unhatched. Not a streaming vid though - schade - but static shots changing on average about every ten seconds or so. There are two other Peregrine nests linked there as well: Cobbs Island and a nest on top a building in Richmond, both of which have brooding parents awaiting hatches.
The Eagles do a wonderful job feeding the chicks but really my son came home from school the other day and had a snack. He ate a pork roast that was a bit less than two pounds. Since that was supposed to be used to make pulled pork tacos for dinner we went out.
To Salvador Molly’s where he had the "Pepperhead Calamari - fried crisp & tender in secret pirate-spiced flour; served with Ensenada aioli" as an appetizer and the "DRUM PAN JERK CHICKEN - Juicy pan-roasted split Guinea Hen, finished on the grill with rice & peas, mango mustard chutney, garlic spinach, creamy citrus slaw & sweet corn croquettes. My stomach hurt just watching him eat.
Now really, can I be accused of skimping on the food?
I grew up 18 miles from Decorah, where these eagles are. In winter, in the valley my folk's house was in, it was not uncommon to see 4-5 eagles at once. You would frequently see a bunch in a meadow feeding on a winter-killed deer.