Coming Home
By Susan Hand Shetterly On a summer afternoon, I sat down about 100 feet from a pair of bald eagles standing in the low tide on a clump of ledge and seaweed and lifted my binocular…
By Susan Hand Shetterly On a summer afternoon, I sat down about 100 feet from a pair of bald eagles standing in the low tide on a clump of ledge and seaweed and lifted my binocular…