This morning about 6:15 AM our two geese were screaming. Bill (my husband and Brunch's (the male goose) best friend) went to the window to find a great, BIG, Golden Eagle sitting on the fence post of the goose 'safe pen'.  There it was just staring into the pen trying to figure out how to bypass the wire mesh "ceiling" that we had put on since it's last visit two years ago. (You remember when it killed and ate Gretta?)   Bill stepped outside, waving his hands and making loud ugly...