My dad smells like fresh sawdust. When it’s cold - as it often is in northern Vermont - the scent is mixed with the sharp tang of winter. One of my favorite childhood memories is my dad picking me up from dance class; NPR on the truck radio, Snickers wrappers crammed into the cup holder, sawdust in the chilly air.
Read MoreA relationship with an eagle is an equal one. You don't dominate the bird, and the bird doesn't dominate you. It's an equal partnership, and that's the only way that it can work. It's like no other bond that I know of in the animal world.
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