Hey tweets, one of the Talaris neighbors who keeps an eye on our local eagles and their progeny reports that the eaglets are doing really great this year. They are learning to fly sooner than usual and have been out and about in the trees nearby. So all is well. They have become quite vocal, demanding food from their hard-working parents. It's the human equivalent of the teenage years, I guess. Unlike human parents, though, the adult eagles will soon be saying enough is enough, you're on your own, kiddo. No moving back in with the folks. Stony, but effective. We are about to fledge one somewhat elderly child ourselves, but two more will be wanting fish on the table soon. We have been wondering about the possibility of moving to Mars and changing our names. On the other hand, then all we would hear would be the ticking of the clocks, a very loud sound in an empty nest.

Here is a poem for you today:

Cries fill the uncaring sky.
It is a young eagle calling his parents.
"Bring fish!"
They do not come.
He is old enough to catch his own now.

--Connie, Seattle

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