When I see the whitecapped king in our oak tree one early January morning, I hold my breath. Our eagles are back. It’s a gift I look forward to each winter. And they haven’t disappointed in more than two decades. Instinctively they seem to know when to return, not long after the ospreys abandon the hundred-year-old oak at the edge […]
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