Ethel and her crow escort

A few moments ago I looked up, right over our back yard, and there was a small adult eagle at low altitude being chased by four crows. I know how this is going to end. The eagle was effortlessly riding the slight breeze (there is almost zero wind speed during this spring warm spell) and the crows were flapping their wings rapidly trying to keep up. The group of them circling back and forth just above the crowns of the fir and hemlock trees in the neighborhood, and just as I was watching....two of the crows peeled off just like F-15s do during the Blue Angel shows....and were soon replaced by two fresh sets of wings. Crows are nothing if not clan protective. Aunts and uncles and grandparents all appear to join in the fight to protect the nest from raiders. They are usually able to fend off the raccoons, reach a draw with the smaller raptors like the sharp shinned hawks, and almost undoubtedly lose the battle to the eagles. It looks like Ethel today, judging by the size, but that's purely a guess. I am almost certain that this eagle will prevail in the end and raid the crow nest of the babies inside. Survival in the wild. I won't take sides in this fight, though if it is Ethel....well.....you go, Girl.