The puppy wasn’t hurt. In fact, it was playing—rolling and tumbling with three fuzzy eaglets. The little dog wagged its tail and nuzzled them as if they were his own siblings. The mother eagle stood at the edge of the nest, wings partly spread, but calm and watchful. She didn’t attack or try to drive the puppy away. It was as if she had decided to adopt it.
The neighbors stood frozen in disbelief. How could something like this happen? The great bird circled above once, casting a wide shadow over the clearing. Some people shouted in amazement; others could only stare. That was when local wildlife biologist Dr. Raymond Carter arrived. He had heard about the “eagle abduction” on the radio and raced over, expecting a tragedy—not this miracle.