Not to self: Beware of anything thin sliced that's not bacon when dining in the Nebraska Sandhills.....
no kidding
although, knowing Del, he'll make it smell just like bacon to spite us!
and Arcey, again, thanks. The half-pint knows about nature and it's due course. She'll understand. I actually left the gore on, in Assassin's Creed IV when I'd go whale or shark hunting, just so she'd get the picture. Fact is though back then, that was good eatin, and heck, shark still is!
I'd tell her all I know from my time sailing, how the bones of the whale could be used for anything from forks and knives to spars for the rigging that'd been busted.
it'll be the same way with those Eagles. They gotta eat right?
honestly, it's better than my strongest memory of a Bald Eagle. Poor, poor Medlock. lol. We were driving in Alaska and he hit one. He'd grown up in the east, in Kentucky, and loved the things. He was so heartbroken. And nothing like a GV hitting a Bald Eagle. Luckily, myself not included, one of us was calm, and she called the proper authorities and he had a very nice burial. We took care of him, and a ratty Ensign (not the butter-bar kind
) all at the same time. It was really quite beautiful and stirring.
honestly, just reminds me how much remiss I was in not having a camera back then. Now, with my phone, I'm still not taking as many pictures as I should.