I helped arrange a Philippine Eagle rescue to Zamboanga today. I wish I were going too.

It breaks my heart to hear what happened to the other birds. My hands were shaking while I was on the phone. It's such a good thing that at least one was found by someone with a heart.

Eagles are falling from the sky. I imagine a future where eagles no longer soar.

I sigh with pain.

A future where the Philippine Eagles are no more is a future not worth looking forward to.

You may think I'm exaggerating. I don't know where this fire comes from either. But my job is not just something I do with passion, it IS my passion. This isn't just me barely making a living, it is [an integral part of] my life.


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Eagles are falling from the sky. I look down from above and I see I am falling too. I brace myself for the pain. I close my eyes and see the pit waiting for me. I hold on to myself and reach out for you. And as I approach the end, I find myself alone, watching eagles falling from the sky.