Jan. 5, 2010

The eagles have come for Koosa... at least 3 Bald eagles, and 1 Golden.  I've become resigned to viewing the process as one would an organ donation. I begin to get upset, and then I calm myself thinking ... organ donation- organ donation..

The gathering is so loud. The crows still squabbling. The Eagles with their piercing, solitary cry. I see them perched in the tree, and I know exactly where Koosa's body is.

I keep Hobbes in and watch the Shelties closely. Too many Eagles around- too many predators prowling the area who might take a moment to snatch a small pet. I can't lose another friend right now.