Just a couple other blurbs about the trip to River Town yesterday.

First the good news... saw a bluebird at the top of Beaver Rim. Always a good sign.

On the way there, I passed a man by a white pickup on the opposite shoulder of the road. He was standing in a big snowbank, making snowballs.

And throwing them at the golden eagle sitting on a fencepost.

Now that is a first for me. I've never seen anybody have a snowball fight with an eagle before.

When I went whizzing by, he pretended to be checking his tires. Then I watched in the mirror. He went back to lobbing snowballs at the eagle!

Unbeknownst to him, but beknownst to me, there was a game warden three miles behind me. So I got on the radio and warned he wasn't going to believe what he was going to see in three minutes.

He stopped to have a chat with the gentleman.

Seems his wife/girlfriend in the truck wanted a picture of the eagle, but with its wings spread. So he threw snowballs to make it flush.

It takes all kinds.

This kind is from South Dakota.

Oh, and for those who care... Corky's truck was still there this morning. It has company. A white car is broken down on the highway next to it.