No this is not a negative post at all. For the past two mornings on the way to work we've seen Mr. Eagle sitting menacingly on top of his breakfast, freshly caught and ripped apart. I know.
But way too awesome. Mother Nature is at her best giving me a lesson in life each time I pass Mr. Eagle by. He/she sits upon the recent kill and turns magnificently to watch the traffic pass him.
I feel something raw inside. And I think I am glad I am not a rabbit in his/her hunting territory.