Every year about this time we await the arrival of old friends. The Bald Eagles. They follow the migratory geese and duck flocks feeding off the sick and injured ones. We live very close to a federal migratory bird refuge so every year they arrive and spend their winters here. You will occasionally see them in a field or beside the gravel roads in the country feeding off of a dead deer carcass.
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter