Sunday, May 9, 2010
Trail Notes, or the Bird that Almost Ate my Ears.
I, Fenway Bartholomule, just returned from a lovely trail ride with FarmWife. We don't have time to write much now, as she is due for some midday Motherhood celebrations, but I just wanted to bray you a brief hello. (hello!)
I will tell you all about our outing tomorrow, but for now I will mention the Eagle.
We have a great deal of wildlife in Wickersham, and bald eagles are no novelty here. They are things that eat chickens.
They are also darned big birds. If eagles were horses, they'd be shires. If they were dogs, they'd be mastiffs. If they were rats, they'd be those South African pouched rats that people potty-train and keep as novelty pets. Huge.
Today, a bald eagle swooped so low over the delicious and tantalizing ears of Yours Truly that I feared for their safety. If I had been a rodent—even a pouched rat—I would have been plucked bodily from the grasp of the Earth.
I am glad I am not a rodent.