I was walking around campus taking pictures on Friday – a snow day – when I happened upon this immature bald eagle sitting at the top of this enormous tree covered in fresh-fallen snow. I walked closer and closer, expecting the raptor to fly off when it became aware of my presence, but it didn’t. The eagle sat at the top of the tree calling mournfully in that high-pitched screech that seems so at odds with the majesty of these birds. It looked cold. After twenty minutes I walked on, ready to head indoors for some hot tea.