The eagle flapped furiously, circling the tree with aggressive swiftness. Coco whimpered in the nest. David stayed still, trying to stay small, but it wasn’t working. “We need to do something,” Lisa said. “It’s getting closer.” The eagle dropped again, talons spread wide, shrieking over David’s head.
Panic spread through the group. “Throw something!” someone suggested. “No! You’ll provoke it!” said another. Lisa’s eyes darted between the tree, the nest, the furious blur of feathers—and then suddenly, she remembered. Her hand flew to her jacket pocket. The toy mouse. Coco’s favorite.