Toward the end of a day making multiple store stops, Danny and I watch a bald eagle majestically soaring overhead in Nassau, N.Y.
âLetâs,â I say, âhead over to where the eagles nest on the Hudson River.â Itâs fairly late in the day, but will still be light enough on this gloomy, gray day to bird for a least a couple of hours. Instead of taking the fastest route, we meander by fields and farms and along the back roads to Route 9J, the road that parallels the river. On this chilly day, few birds are about. A couple of starlings in a barnyard. A passel of pigeons on a silo top.