So, have you watched the Decorah Eagles? The premise of the show is there is a family of eagles with couple of cameras mounted above their nest, and every week they have to accomplish a business task and then we vote for the best singer.
It’s horribly addictive.
Eagles often have one or two eggs, and my father was kind enough to point out that in many instances, the oldest eaglet will attack and kill the younger sibling. This family has three babies, though, so I’m hoping that no one has to die.
I’ve been having the preschoolers keep tabs on them each day, always hoping we won’t witness any murders. The kids really like it – earlier this week they pretending to be eagles and stacked the tires on the playground (yes, we have tires to play with because we are awesome) to be their nests. One afternoon I got supplies for them so they could make paper wings, which were a big hit.
The kicker, though, was when Braeden brought his wings back proudly the next morning. We started talkin’ eagle talk and he said, “My mom and I went to a restaurant and we had eagle wings. There’s chicken in ’em!”