December was cold and snowy as usual but I spent more time fishing and canoeing than most years. Our oldest son Noah got a new pair of waders this fall and is eager to fish whenever he can. The Saint George here in Union is open year round so a few warm afternoons have been spent trout fishing. I even managed to catch a couple.
Mid morning we noticed and eagle on the edge of the field across the street. Soon there were two more and after lunch a total of five. One juvenile and four white headed adults. Each in turn dropping into the field I assume to feed on something I will walk down to see what they are eating after they are gone. Given the wind and cold with falling temperatures I will let them eat their fill this afternoon.
Our first shot of real winter arrived last week, lows in the single numbers and highs in the twenties. Snowing today to be followed by more cold air at the end of the week. Argy and I went for our walk yesterday and I 
marveled at how comfortable I was while the temperatures were cold with a stiff breeze. My mind immediately went to the clothing that I had on and how far it has come in my lifetime.
