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luncheon squabble Yesterday, as I pulled off the interstate headed from refueling point one to refueling point two, I noticed a flock of black birds swirling around above the exit ramp. One of them was white in the back. And in the front. A bald eagle. A friggin' bald eagle, here in town. Tells you what our winter's been like so far, doesn't it? If the eagles are already coming into town? Seems the eagle had a scrap of something furry in its talons, and at least seven ravens were trying to steal it. Other traffic raced past as I watched the aerial dogfight from the shoulder of the ramp. Until finally the eagle swept low over a couple semis on the interstate. The black birds turned back to town, and the eagle soared peacefully on south. Lunch in talon, so to speak. |
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