What I thought, PE.
Powerful animal. Talons er kinda death from above. Young adult. In for rehab because of injuries consistent with fightin' another eagle. Hunters found 'im down the road from the release. Couldn't fly. Called the rescue folks. He's still a l'il scuffed up but good 'nuff ta go.
Ennyways.
Got there 'n parked inna ice free spot. Park guys in green were standin' right where I parked talkin' ta one 'nother. Didn't think so many folks would show. Some of 'em blue hairs. Volunteered ta move the station wagon (right) ta a place they hadn't cleared.
The Rav4 weren't there then. Take a look, no tire tracks. Froze solid. With my fat azz in it it weighs o'er two tons. Managed ta get ta the grass ta the right without bustin' my rear end. That was froze, left no foot prints. Stepped on a thin sheet of ice, did a dance but didn't lose it.
Went thru the release, got back to it 'n ended up walkin' off ta the left, wayyyyyy off ta the left, 'til I found footprints somebody else left 'n followed them long's I could. Got back to it from the front end. Opened the door, stuck the camera on the dash. Half way in 'n the left foot went out from under me but I had the steerin' wheel 'n pulled myself in without goin' thud.
We don't get this mess often 'n I'm too old for this sorta crap.