Wife and I saw 444 again today. It was timely based on what was happening at the time and what happened immediately after - we passed a golden eagle on the shoulder of the road eating on a freshly killed wild boar. We slowed to turn around and go get a better look. The car about 8 seconds behind then for some reason collided with the eagle and kept going. We quickly u turned (country road) and went back. Eagle was still alive when we got there but barely. Wing was terribly damaged. Picrel. He died a few seconds later. The person with us whom we were speaking to at 444 and about 444 said "Maybe God wants to give me this eagles wings so I can spread my wings in my relationship to Him and begin to soar. 444 started this conversation…We buried the majestic golden eagle right there.
My camera.
Wife is half native American. She could have legally possessed the feathers. We buried the beautiful bird whole on purpose and with honor. Buried right there where it lays in this pic on the side of the road. Left the pig right there.