“Look out that way,” I tell them, everyone in the car. “Over there in those trees above the creek, you see? That’s a good place to spot eagles.”
We are in the Honda, me and Arle and her kids (my stepdaughter Milla, 9, and my stepson Piper, 6) and we are moving through the snowy fields, pushing down the Smullton Road when I say it. And right away: down in…