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The Radiant Life With Animals

One of my grandmothers was an eagle, a golden eagle. From the beginning she and I knew one another in a particular and mysterious manner of kinship. In all her injured shining, she was the “killer bird” the veterinary school didn’t want to handle, and so they sent her to the rehabilitation center where I worked. Sigrid, the woman who created the facility, took the eagle out from the cardboard box in…
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by: Linda Hogan – Autumn 2015

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