A poem a day each April, for Katya the Poet's Dew Drop Inn |
| I am one of half a million people watching Big Bear Valley's now-famous raptor pair - We are collectively addicted to their brood. Six weeks ago when all the eggs were pipping, we imagined them impatient in their shells and proclaimed the first to hatch the winner Little eaglets oh you had us at hello And for three days there were three of them but when the winner failed to last the night, we all said mom is mourning for her babe yet she carried on - in flight, with feedings and this morning, two fine chicks who lived are celebrating Easter, preening in the sun. note ▶︎ |