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What I’ve Learned From My New Love

I’ve learned a lot from my new love.

Those of you who follow me or read my posts know of what I speak; those of you who missed it, before reading any further, I’d invite you to peruse In Love Again at My Age?

Back with me? Good.

I’m talking about my Pittsburgh Hays Eagle Family: Mom, Dad, and their 3 eaglets. I’ve watched them live on the Eagle Cam for almost two months now, when the Mom laid 3 eggs. Here’s what I’ve learned from being addicted to watching:

  • Mom and Dad take turns incubating the eggs, but Mom always does it overnight
  • the eggs are never left alone, whether being watched over by Mom, Dad or me
  • my eyes aren’t as good as when I was younger, since I kept imagining I saw hairline cracks in the eggs when there weren’t any (turned out they were small twigs)
  • the eggs hatch at their own rate, in their own time, regardless of how much I sing them sweet lullabies
  • just because the last egg took so long to hatch doesn’t mean there was a birth defect involved
  • I didn’t cry when the eaglets were born, but I was a proud Mother regardless (now that I think about it, my nose does resemble a beak at times)
  • the baby eaglets are never left unattended
  • the youngest eaglet now seems to respond to my voice when I croon into my computer
  • the youngest eaglet now seems to respond to my commands during feeding time (“Push your way between them – you have to get something to eat!”)

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  • it hasn’t taken me long to learn the lyrics to the “Circle of Life,” which I especially bellow when the parents bring back fresh fish or fowl for breakfast, lunch and dinner (“Some say eat or be eaten, some say live and let live…”)
  • that eaglets have that “in-between,” awkward “tween” stage, same as humans, when they’re not so cute any more (they lurch like Godzilla on huge, yellow clown feet)
  • that eaglets have that same adolescent phase when they start to grow a beard feathers and eat voraciously, snatching food from their very own siblings in a take-no-prisoners manner
  • the youngest eaglet no longer responds to my commands when it perches precariously on the edge of its (up to) 2,000 pound nest (“Get away from the edge!  You don’t have feathers yet and your wings won’t work!  You’ll fall out of the nest and suffer from severe head trauma…”)
  • it hasn’t taken me long to learn the lyrics to the “Circle of Life,” which I especially bellow when the baby gets too close to the nest’s edge (“Some of us fall to the wayside, and some of us soar to the stars…”)  My voice:  “Get away from the edge – now!  Can’t you hear me all the way in Pittsburgh???”
  • the youngest eaglet has a healthy appetite and gets fed well, since it poops on a regular basis with unerring accuracy (“Look how cute!  It leans forward, sticks its butt in the air, shakes back and forth, then lets that white stuff shoot out in a straight-as-an-arrow stream…bull’s eye!”).  Note: my husband, who thought I was crazy when I called him at work to report the first successfully sighted bowel movement, now gleefully reports his own BMs.  Actually, not his own, but whenever he sees one of the eaglets let it rip with such gusto…
  • that eagle parents allow their kids to be more and more on their own in the nest as they get older, but watch alertly from a branch in a near-by tree, ready to swoop in at the first sign of danger or a party with underage drinking
  • that eagle parents need a date night, just like humans, to keep their mate-for-life love alive

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 “In the circle of life
It’s the wheel of fortune
It’s the leap of faith
It’s the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life…”

~music by Elton John, lyrics by Tim Rice

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16 thoughts on “What I’ve Learned From My New Love

  1. Deriving joy from a natural life event that happens over and over all around us and that we’ve (unfortunately) become inured to as we hustle here and there. This is just delightful, Theresa. Thx for allowing us to share in your romance!

  2. Pingback: Thursday Re-View — That Empty Nest | Soul Gatherings

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