I had the motorhome door wide open, I was bebopping back and forth trying to get a few minor projects done. Mostly simple stuff like tidying up loose ends. I've been resting a bunch lately, so when I am up and about, I want to be busy.
Harley can be overprotective of me when I am having a rough go. He seems to think I am his injured pup that needs fierce protection. On the flip side, he forgets he is part of the food chain during daylight hours too.
I went to see what he was barking at behind the motorhome. It was this humongous bird of prey in a tree above Harley, surveying him for lunch. I snapped a few pics while Harley was trying to bark it away, then I snatched up my fur baby and brought him inside for safety.
That is when the bird took flight. I missed the picture, but the 5 foot wingspan was an awesome sight.
Life is goof.