The other morning, an eagle was perched above my neighbour’s house. Top of a very tall fir tree. Checking out the neighbourhood.
Looking to the right, looking to the left. Anything edible going by? No luck.
Okay, then might as well get on with the grooming. Feathers need to be smoothed, lined up. Can’t allow ourselves to look ragged, now, can we?
Also, one must be thorough. Grooming all the way under the “petticoat”…
Just an average morning in my neck of the woods.