Last week, someone saw a food delivery. The eagle was plucking feathers from a gull or duck in the nest.

Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.

Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.

As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: / So the LORD alone did lead him, and there was no strange god with him.

There was also another great eagle with great wings and many feathers: and, behold, this vine did bend her roots toward him, and shot forth her branches toward him, that he might water it by the furrows of her plantation.

Aim high! It is no harder on your gun to shoot the feathers off an eagle than to shoot the fur off a skunk