Meal Time in Wyoming! I know this appears to be a flock of ordinary buzzards to most viewers, however to the trained Wyoming eye it is obviously a gathering of golden eagles, most likely circling a large animal carcass of some sort. Now, having read the earlier blog entry entitled "Cheap Food", I am just hoping that things are not in such an extreme state of "less money" there, and you have gotten so desperately tired of rabbit that what we're viewing is a photo from the race that's on between you and the eagles to get to the carcass first. Not that there would be anything wrong with the meat from a winter-killed deer or elk, or maybe even a fresh road kill from the night before. Sub-zero night-time temperatures of late would no doubt preserve the meat every bit as well as a walk-in freezer. And it makes no sense at all to pass up free meat. The real difficulty and perhaps the in-humanness of such an endeavor lies in the necessity of beginning the search in predawn darkness to get ahead of the eagles, following the usual night of "got beer" which results in "got hangover." The very thought of bumping over frozen two-tracks while peering through binoculars at constantly moving aerial targets with bleary eyes, swimming head, and churning stomach causes me to reach instinctively for the nearest five gallon bucket. So perhaps you’ll quell the growing concern created by this photo that times are really very hard in Wyoming, and provide us with some pacifying explanation of how you strolled leisurely on a sunny Saturday afternoon, observing a family of eagles soaring serenely on the thermal updrafts from the sun-warmed prairie. We could all feel much better then.
Meal Time in Wyoming! I know this appears to be a flock of ordinary buzzards to most viewers, however to the trained Wyoming eye it is obviously a gathering of golden eagles, most likely circling a large animal carcass of some sort. Now, having read the earlier blog entry entitled "Cheap Food", I am just hoping that things are not in such an extreme state of "less money" there, and you have gotten so desperately tired of rabbit that what we're viewing is a photo from the race that's on between you and the eagles to get to the carcass first. Not that there would be anything wrong with the meat from a winter-killed deer or elk, or maybe even a fresh road kill from the night before. Sub-zero night-time temperatures of late would no doubt preserve the meat every bit as well as a walk-in freezer. And it makes no sense at all to pass up free meat. The real difficulty and perhaps the in-humanness of such an endeavor lies in the necessity of beginning the search in predawn darkness to get ahead of the eagles, following the usual night of "got beer" which results in "got hangover." The very thought of bumping over frozen two-tracks while peering through binoculars at constantly moving aerial targets with bleary eyes, swimming head, and churning stomach causes me to reach instinctively for the nearest five gallon bucket. So perhaps you’ll quell the growing concern created by this photo that times are really very hard in Wyoming, and provide us with some pacifying explanation of how you strolled leisurely on a sunny Saturday afternoon, observing a family of eagles soaring serenely on the thermal updrafts from the sun-warmed prairie. We could all feel much better then.
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