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The son is with his alcoholic father for the weekend. The father is tall, spindly, a humanoid creature. One of its legs is noticeably larger than the other. It’s hair is matted under an old baseball cap, and it’s shaking hands don’t know what they are reaching for. It rarely comes out of its den, but if one should meet it on the street, one would become instantly sad and scurry away. No one will befriend it or give it a job. The son doesn’t know how to throw a ball.
The mother doesn’t know how to mother. She walks up a hill taking photos with her iphone. To share with whom? She washes some dishes and bedsheets and looks on youtube at the eaglecam up at Bear Creek. One, then two hours of bird watching commence. Up at the nest, the eagle father is sitting on two eggs while the eagle mother hunts. When she returns, they will switch places. The two chicks will be hatching any day now.
