Eagles, as a symbol of the United States, are majestic, awe inspiring, birds.
Real life, though, not so much.
Although my wind instruments weren’t actually sending information to my chart plotter and other displays, there was always the windex up there – the simple windvane-like device that told you the apparent wind direction. I could rely on that at the very least.
Until today, when an eagle broke it off and then, as if to add a final “F_ you”, dropped it onto the deck right next to the helm.
Gee, thanks, eagle.