The eagles came in February, their striking white heads and bold brown feathers silhouetted against a pale blue sky. I first noticed an eagle perched high in the cottonwood tree across the road. Later that day, two eagles sat in the tree by our garage. When I saw an eagle circling high in the sky, I remarked to a friend that as my dog Bandit aged and his head became whiter, he looked like a bald eagle, with his reddish brown body and white tail. Yet even then, I didn’t know the significance of the eagles... A month later I would truly understand why they had come.
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