I had been seeing a Golden Eagle cruisin' around the rock farm and scoping out the nearby farm ground. Saw it perched on one of the power poles across the street numerous times. The rock plant was running, my plant was done for the day and shut down. In the middle of doing my reports on the computer the power goes out. Look out the window and the rock heads are scurrying around in panic mode. Crushers backed up and stopped, conveyors buried, materials contaminated :rolleyes:. Boss came and checked on me "Go home. We try again tomorrow."