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An eagle reminds me that big problems can be solved
In 1987, I drove to Slidell to get a glimpse of a bald eagle that had nested near the highway. I arrived in early afternoon, which isn’t the best time for birdwatching. I didn’t see much — just a dark spot in the distance, like a fleck of ash in the wind. The fringed silhouette was unmistakably an eagle, but other details escaped me.
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