Food for Eagles

Ice fishermen disturb our morning right out in front, not twenty feet off the dock.  They leave their catch flopping and dying on the ice while I'm drinking coffee.  It's enough to make me feel murderous.  So we're packing up and getting away from our get-away.  The sooner the better.

YS 2.34 Maintain a centered calm by befriending the friendly, rejoicing with the virtuous, showing compassion for those who suffer and disregarding the wicked.  Out of sight/out of mind, wicked men.