Connecting People with that land that sustains us


My Story

by Schatzi Hall

Last week I was running on a dirt road, when I noticed a large bird perched in an orange and red-leafed maple tree, in the center of a small graveyard.  The tree and graveyard, placed in the center of the field, sat untouched.  After summoning people from nearby houses, we concluded (with binoculars and patience) that the bird was an immature eagle.