I could not believe my eyes yesterday. A golden eagle was bouncing about in the field next to the house. It seemed to be acting more like a blackbird than the largest of the raptors….hopping from feathered foot to feathered foot, then stopping – head on one side, then pouncing on something in the long grass. Too hard to identify the prey, but the eagle was obviously enjoying a good feast. I wasn't sure of its identity until it flapped enormous wings as if stretching after all the hard work. It was also there too long for me to watch until it flew away.
Who said living in the country was dull?