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31 First Flight From a towering cottonwood tree, a young hawk pleads for his next meal. In a clear blue sky, a soaring pair of red-tails circles leisurely. Their plaintive calls echo, rise, and penetrate through the river valley. Mates for life, they beckon from above the ridge line for their only chick whose unsure wings strike the air and pull it beyond the green canopy. Prayers are lifted up, gratitude carried high on broad yet fragile wings. ...

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