Early this morning on February 17, 2026, the Hays mom eagle was hard at work in her nest. She shifted sticks, tugged at branches, and carefully fluffed the soft lining beneath her feet. Every movement looked purposeful. This is the time of the season when small adjustments matter, when a sturdy pile of sticks slowly becomes something more important. Then, without warning, broad wings cut through the quiet. A wild turkey flew up and landed on a branch in the nest tree.
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