Dad Flew in with a freshly killed duck, dropped it in the nest and sat there looking so proud. The mom totally ignored him at first, while the eaglets looked at the bird, like "what are we supposed to do with that, Dad?" After a few minutes the mom jumped in the nest (probably thinking "I have to do everything around here!") and started pulling it open, feathers flew everywhere. Dad flew off and left Mom to feed the eaglets, which she did, very carefully, feeding first the smallest one, then the one in the middle, and then she stepped over the one in the middle to feed the third eaglet, making sure they all three were fed.