Day 943 Contrast

 


The weekend is finally here, and while the calendar may say it’s time for a break, my reality hasn't changed much. I'm still living in my pajamas, a little too cozy to make any big moves. Honestly, I’m feeling much better than I was earlier in the week, but "better" is relative—it's a step up from feeling absolutely horrible, which is something to celebrate, right?

I don’t have the energy to shower, get dressed, or do much of anything that requires effort. But I’m optimistic that by Monday, I’ll be fully reintegrated into the world of “real life” and feeling normal again. Until then, I’m finding solace in small pleasures—like my beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers, binge-watching The Walking Dead, and summoning just enough energy to feed my chickens.

Speaking of chickens, I have to give a big thank you to anyone who has stuck with my blog during this low-energy week. I’m well aware that my content has been a bit sparse, but hey, there's been one big story to follow—the eagles!

The third eaglet has finally emerged from its shell, and what a relief it is to see it join its siblings in the nest. Now, the real challenge begins: will it get its fair share of food? As the runt of the litter, this little eaglet faces a tough road ahead. The competition for food is fierce, and survival in the wild is no small feat.

What strikes me as remarkable is the dedication of the eagle parents, Jackie and Shadow. They take turns keeping their babies warm, hunting for food, and feeding them with great care. The eaglets beg for food, mouths wide open, and I can’t help but admire the parents’ patience and attention. Some of the eaglets are more aggressive, grabbing morsels whenever they can, but I’ve also seen the smallest eaglet manage to sneak a bite or two—small victories that offer hope.

While it’s rare for all eaglets to survive, seeing this tiny one make it this far is already an impressive feat. After all, it only had a 50/50 chance of hatching, and even fewer than 50% of eaglets make it through their first year. Nature, as beautiful as it is, can be cruel. But I’m holding onto hope that this little one, against all odds, will beat the statistics.

I can’t tear myself away from their nest. I've got my camera rolling on my iPad all day, monitoring the family, and I've even started streaming the nest on my Alexa screens. In one room, I’m watching the fierce struggle of baby eagles surviving in the wild, and in the same room, I’m captivated by a dramatic zombie apocalypse. The contrast is wild, but it's what’s happening right now.

I’ve found myself in a deep binge-watch session of The Walking Dead. I never watched the show when it first aired back in 2010. In fact, I never even gave it a chance. I’m not sure why, but now, many years later, I’ve started to understand the hype. While the zombies themselves are a bit... gross, the show is surprisingly well-written, with solid storylines and compelling characters..so I'm all in! 

I’m definitely behind on the times—The Walking Dead ran for over a decade with 11 seasons, and I’m just now catching up! But slowly, I’m getting there, both in terms of shows and physically. Some days, it feels like I’m stuck in a survival mode of my own, but I’m getting stronger.

As I watch the California sunrise over the eagle nest and the zombies lurk on another screen, I’m reminded that life is full of contrasts. Sometimes, you’re watching a peaceful family care for their young, and other times, you’re witnessing the chaos of a post-apocalyptic world. It’s a strange juxtaposition, but it’s what keeps things interesting.

For now, I’ll continue to rest, heal, and enjoy the little moments—whether it’s the eaglets’ struggle for survival, admiring my beautiful bouquet of flowers, the drama of The Walking Dead, or simply the beauty of a sunrise over the nest. It’s these small joys that keep us going, even on the toughest of days.

Here’s to a weekend of rest, recovery, and a bit of wildness—both from nature and a zombie apocalypse.

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