When Phoenix died of avian pneumonia she was much bigger than this. But this is how she lives on in my heart as a sweet young eagle I happened to discover because I typed in "bird webcams" on google. The webcam was on Hornby Island, near Vancouver. The thing of it was, it had sound. So early on the USA east coast I'd "fly" over to Hornby Island and watch the dawn three hours after I'd gotten up. You'd see the light on Hornby Island (while it was 8:30 already here) and then Mom Hornby's white eagle head feathers, then Phoe peeping. Dad Hornby would show up with a fish for everybody's breakfast. And little Phoe would be fed with great gentleness by Mom and Dad.
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