Young Eagles

The "happening place" today was not the swamps but my backyard.  Blake had moved the deer carcass out into the hay field next to me - far enough away that I didn't have to look at it but close enough that I could watch the raptors coming in for a nosh.  At sunrise they began to circle.  Those waiting their turn were screaming from the basswood grove.  I sat on the deck w/ my camera, a crossword puzzle, and coffee watching the goings on.  I warned the kittens not to try and run outside.  They would look like an appetizer to all of those vultures and eagles. I also told Indy not to bother the feeding frenzy going on and she listened to me for quite awhile.  Maybe she was a little frightened of those huge birds?   Should have known a dog who thinks nothing of chasing bear wouldn't be scared of  measly birds.  Indy must have finally tired of all of the screeching, started barking at the birds and ran part way out into the field.  That's when she caught the delicate aroma of rotting flesh.  She ran right at the group of feeding birds and they scattered.  Indy may be obedient usually but not when it comes to smelly putrid disgusting things.  I had to walk out w/ a leash to get her back home. Interestingly enough it was half an hour before any birds came back and a full hour before the birds had all reassembled.  Didn't think eagles would be that wary.