My Life
- Date Submitted: 01/12/2011 08:47 AM
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On a crisp, late Fall day several years ago, my husband and I went
on our annual Thanksgiving picnic and hike. We like to go to Torreya
State Park, which is named after a kind of tree that grows only in the area
and whose seeds millions of years ago was carried to this location by a
glacier. First we ate, then we set off on our adventure. After we had
gone only a short distance into the woods, Bill decided to scout ahead,
looking for the well-worn path that led to the creek. I sit on a fallen trunk
and scanned the treetops, looking for songbirds and squirrels. My eyes
rested high on a sprawling, fifty-foot pine tree at a fork, where an
abundance of pine needles and leaves collected. Then it dawned on me:
those leaves were, in fact, a nest, the biggest nest I had ever seen, larger
then my living room. First I wondered what had made the nest, then,
imagining something like a pterodactyl, I worried that it would return.
Soon Bill came back from his scouting trip: and I pointed towards one of
the tree's highest forks, showing him the nest. His opinion was that it
could of been built by a colony of birds, but when I returned home and
looked in my bird encyclopedia, I discovered that no colony of birds
builds a single nest. The only North American bird that builds such a nest
is the bald eagle, and they, I read, uses the same nest for than twenty
years. So the following April when I saw in the Tallahassee Democrat
that the Florida Panhandle accommodates thirty-two "active" bald eagle
nests, I seized the opportunity to observe our national symbol, and a once
near extinct species, in the wild.
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