I picked up the phone. Without so much as a hello, a voice said, “What’s new? We have an eagle in the backyard.”
There was a three-second brain lapse before I recognized the voice as my nephew’s. He was excited.
“It has a white head about the size of a baseball and a big yellow beak. He’s sitting in the top of a dead cottonwood tree at the back of our property. You know, where we use to keep the trailer.”