“Ravings” are a series of essays written by my sister Linda J. Clarke. It was her hope that people who read them would gain a “tenderness and appreciation for the animals and plants who share this world with us.” For more on Linda and her book, “On A Planet Sailing West”, click here … Linda Clarke.
EAGLES ON HONEYMOON ISLAND
Two American bald eagles have squatted in an abandoned osprey nest on Honeymoon Island to bring up their brand new eaglet. A few weeks old, his wooly gray head sticks out over the untidy rim of sticks and twigs and shredded palm fronds that have been transformed into a rough cradle. The wind whistles and sighs through the tall canopy of pine forest around him and he seems to be enjoying his first high-level cirrus clouds, wispy strands stretching across a periwinkle blue sky. A light chop on the Gulf of Mexico lifts a spray into the air and the featherless eaglet, about the size of a hen, cranes his wobbly neck to catch an ecstatic whiff as the ocean breeze blows across his nursery.
The parents are appropriately patient, reserved, fierce and protective which no doubt accounts for their rather humorless and pensive disposition. They have, after all, taken turns sitting on one egg for thirty-five tedious days, gingerly turning it over and over with their razor-sharp yellow talons and [read more … ]
EAGLES ON HONEYMOON ISLAND
Two American bald eagles have squatted in an abandoned osprey nest on Honeymoon Island to bring up their brand new eaglet. A few weeks old, his wooly gray head sticks out over the untidy rim of sticks and twigs and shredded palm fronds that have been transformed into a rough cradle. The wind whistles and sighs through the tall canopy of pine forest around him and he seems to be enjoying his first high-level cirrus clouds, wispy strands stretching across a periwinkle blue sky. A light chop on the Gulf of Mexico lifts a spray into the air and the featherless eaglet, about the size of a hen, cranes his wobbly neck to catch an ecstatic whiff as the ocean breeze blows across his nursery.
The parents are appropriately patient, reserved, fierce and protective which no doubt accounts for their rather humorless and pensive disposition. They have, after all, taken turns sitting on one egg for thirty-five tedious days, gingerly turning it over and over with their razor-sharp yellow talons and [read more … ]
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