Winter in the north does not spare, it is not kind, it is what it is.
These eagles and other wild creatures starve for several months during the winter.
Some starve to death, others make it.
They will scavenge, kill or do anything in their limited power to eat in a land locked in a frozen state.
There is not a single eagle that begs on a street corner, or asks for money, free insurance, welfare or anything else, they live or die without such trappings of reliance on others. Many of the things we humans personify in such creatures has no meaning to them at all, they are simply surviving.
I find such encounters enlightening, it is a stark honesty that is both refreshing and enlightening along The Trail