• Mother where art thou?

    Imagine you are an eaglet … Your first memory is being entombed in dark, tight, smelly quarters. Mustering all your strength, you finally manage to crack your prison shell and stagger out to a cruel world. You blink your eyes and catch the first glimpse of a rather fierce looking creature who turns out to be… Continue Reading

  • Eagle eyes

    “C’mon open your eyes!” murmured the young wildlife photographer who had just arrived at the scene. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. The eagle had its eyes shut? My attention had obviously been focused elsewhere that early June day. Fifteen minutes earlier I had been trying to figure out where a… Continue Reading