I must take a pass on sharing my War of 1812 research. Over a month ago I blogged about a pair of eagles on their nest of two eggs. Then we had snow on the first day of spring. How were the eagles faring?
This picture might give you a clue. They were keeping those eggs warm. (An authority answered worried watchers, “Notice the snow doesn’t melt over the parent. That means his or her feathers are keeping the body well insulated.”)
Now, this morning our paper had the news—the first egg had hatched! By the time I sat down at my computer to write this blog, the second egg had hatched and the first eaglet had already had its first meal. Fish bits, yum, yum. Mamma (or Papa) had to keep trying to connect with the tiny wobbling beak.