Tuesday, February 24, 2009
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it, but Sunday morning, as Karen was carrying her breakfast from the hotel's kitchen outside to where Jerry, Amy, and I were sitting--an eagle swooped down and took the large roll right off her plate. Karen didn't scream, she just stared at the eagle (a Wahlberg eagle for you ornithologists) and looked back at her plate. She thought someone had bumped into her because the eagle's wing hit her as he swooped by. A few minutes later, another one had a go, but Karen was wise to their eagley tricks by then. Interesting way to start a morning.