Mornin’, y’all.
36° ‘n o’er 40° later. Might rain, might not.
Fat lady made up some crab cakes not too long ago. They reminded me Duck was gone. Sad.
Couple weeks ago we lost an Eagle at the airport. The ‘leaders’ have been kinda mum on the identity. The ‘leaders,’ airport ‘n Norfolk’s, were told by Ornithologists harassing the Garden’s resident birds wouldn’t run them off the property – it hasn’t. They were also told others would come in if they, the ‘leaders,’ caused the physical removal of the birds from the Garden.
Told the fat lady the reluctance to publish the bird’s identity probably hinged on the fact it wasn’t one of the resident pair. Another had, in fact, found its way to the airport and been hit.
Guess what. Both of the resident birds have now been accounted for. Leaked info says the dead bird is positively not the male of the pair. The unfortunate bird appears to be a visitor the resident pair haven’t been able to spot and/or run out of the area due to the constant harassment of the ‘leaders’’ gooberment agents.
Told ya so……………………