Monday, July 06, 2009
The TH Daughter and I are back from the family place in the Adirondacks, and I can report that the previously advertised eagles are flourishing in the tree growing out of the front porch of our camp ("camp" being the Adirondack term form rustic cottage). One of the young ones is still doing better than the other, poking his head above the rim and walking out along the limb.
Great as it is to have your house guarded by eagles, there are a couple of downsides. Not only do they natter away about the silliest things, but they pour down a steady rain of fish and rodent bones -- I did not see a single chipmunk or squirrel in a fairly large radius around our camp -- and, well, eagle turds, which are a lot more intrusive than your basic pidgeon droppings. Rachel Lucas-style diagram below:
One of my cousins thinks you could make good money selling genuine eagle guano in patriotic packages over Ebay. Sad to say I suspect he is right.
I'm fairly sure that some Federal Wildlife Service employee would determine the poo is covered under the Eagle Feather Law and fine you a cool $25,000 per poo piece. Not to mention the pure hell you will go through if you bring back a feather.