I knew that eventually he would come back. He's returned for the last two winters.
It hasn't snowed yet. The sky had started to get dark and eventually it was just cold rain. But he's back.
Sitting there, waiting. Sometimes he will bring a friend or two. Or maybe they aren't friends at all, but competitors. Waiting for a small animal, a little mouse or rabbit to run across the field. So he can SWOOP down and grab his meal with sharp claws!
Or maybe a little dog in the play area?!!!!
That's why I always stand close to the little ones and never leave their side.