If you can imagine, Robyn heard there were eagles at the landfill, so we had to visit!
Oh my goodness, there were at least eight in attendance today, possibly a dozen!
True to form, they occupied the tallest trees, power line posts, and mounds of dirt around the active part of the landfill. And when they swooped down for a bite, nothing rattled them.
Big Michigan loaders pushing and hauling and crushing. Garbage trucks spewing their loads down the embankment. The blizzard of sea gulls, and crowds of vultures.
For me, the scene was utterly incongruous: Bald Eagles in the midst of a mountain of garbage. The king of the skies bellying up to the trough with gulls and vultures. What ignominy!
The eagles might point out their diet frequently includes roadkill. They are also well-known opportunists who steal other animals’ kills or catches. So the ick-factor is already high.