There, nestled inside a large nest made of branches, paper, and cloth scraps, was Max. Safe. And not alone.
The eagle wasn’t there—but three young eaglets were. And incredibly, Max was curled beside them, as if keeping them warm. He wagged his tail when he saw the neighbors, clearly tired but unharmed.
Dr. Martin’s theory? “The eagle likely lost one of her chicks,” he explained. “She may have taken Max not out of hunger—but to fill a void.”
And the bees?
“I think they sensed something we couldn’t,” he added. “Their instincts are sharper than we give them credit for. Maybe nature stepped in to restore balance—in its own way.”