You think preparing your Christmas dinner was fraught with fuss and flurry, work and worry?
This bald eagle sat patiently beside a hole in the ice, hoping something to eat would appear. Chinook winds blasted him with rain and melting ice water, but he sat there unmoving at 3 p.m. Christmas afternoon. Didn't even have a football game to watch.
This is his dining room. The marshes at Portage.
Now, do you appreciate yours a little more? Well, okay, the eagle didn't have to wash the dishes afterwards, but was there even an afterwards for him?