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At the Decorah Eagles nest on the morning of March 17, 2026, Dad(HD) brought a tiny stick to the Decorah nest in what may have seemed to him like a useful little contribution. Instead, the moment quickly turned into a scene that felt almost comically relatable.
Snow drifted quietly through the branches at the Decorah North nest on March 11, 2026. At the center of the nest sat the Decorah north eagle mom DNF incubating her egg alone, shielding it beneath her feathers as light snow settled across the massive bald eagle home.
On March 4, 2026, at the Decorah eagle nest, HM2 stepped away briefly from incubation to grab a quick meal. The devoted mother had been patiently warming her eggs and finally took a short break to enjoy a fish. For a moment, it seemed like a quiet opportunity to refuel before returning to the nest. But the calm didn’t last long. Almost immediately, a group of crows began harassing her, loudly protesting her presence and swooping nearby. What should have been a simple breakfast quickly turned into a noisy standoff.
On March 2, 2026, The morning started the way strong eagle mornings often do, with Decorah Dad arriving home carrying breakfast. Decorah’s Hatchery Dad swept into the nest with a fresh fish clutched in his talons. Below him, Mom remained settled low in the nest bowl, carefully incubating their two eggs. The late winter sun lit the nest in soft gold, and everything about the moment felt calm and steady.