The best part of a November morning run is seeing the bald eagles. There's a 1/3 mile stretch that I always see them at, as the northern lakes freeze and they migrate through. This morning, I heard two of them chattering back and forth before I even rounded the bend and saw them. There were two sitting on a branch chattering like two old women. And a third in the next tree over. Then further down, another eagle flew off low over the lake. Magical.
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