Pippin was about fifty feet ahead of me, his nose to the ground. I finally glanced upward to see what all the noise was about. Five eagles silently circled in perfect formation above Pippin. The tips of their wide wings almost touched as they flew in a tight circle above my little white dog. He weighs thirteen pounds, about the size of a  large rabbit or baby lamb, and probably looked like lunch. 

Katrina Mace and Cheryl Fredrick had a nice chat with Mace’s boys, Mr. Gibbles and Auto Potato Head stealing the show on occasion on west Fourth Street this morning, Sept. 29.