In the summer of 2014 I visited a Bald Eagle’s nest I know of in Wasilla. I’d been going to visit a nest site a few hundred yards north of it for years, but that nest had been abandoned and storms had taken it apart. Now a new nest had been built in a cottonwood and a new pair of eagles was raising their first clutch of two eaglets. I spent an hour photographing the birds, that first visit, with the dad sitting on a branch above the nest, waiting for his mate to return with food for the two hungry youngsters. I was just about to leave when the eaglets started calling in their high-pitched, squeaky voices, denoting they had spotted mom. I swung the camera up just in time to catch her coming in, a salmon clutched in her talons.