I have never been a fan of reality television. I promise I don’t mean that in a self-righteous kind of way, TV is just really not my thing. I hate uncomfortable, awkward situations; and since creating uncomfortable situations seems to be the goal of most reality shows….I would prefer most anything to watching them. My girlfriends all watch “The Bachelor”, and throw these silly “Final Rose Ceremony” parties where they all congregate at one person’s house to watch this not-so-real-life soap opera. They always invite me even though they know I don’t watch. I took them up on their invite a few weeks ago because I had been missing spending time with them, and I thought to myself, well it is a party. Surely we will all be able to just hang out, chat, and catch-up while the worst show on television is on in the background. Little did I know, those are not the rules. There is no talking during the show, only analyzing and predicting. In fact, if “someone” does talk, the remote comes out and we hit the pause button until “that person” stops talking. I was watching with my hands over my eyes, peeking only occasionally like someone would that was witnessing something surreal and tragic. Perhaps something like a train wreck. You don’t want to watch, but you can’t help but peek. I don’t think they will ever invite me back…
Believe it or not, this post is not supposed to be about “The Bachelor”, but rather a different kind of reality TV that I am weirdly obsessed with. It’s the live bald eagle video cam that my girls and I can’t get enough of. We keep it running most of the day and are constantly monitoring and reporting the status of these eagles. Momma and Daddy Bald Eagle have been taking fantastic care of their eggs for quite sometime now. We officially have two hatched eggs, and I believe the third one is working on his arrival (hatching takes time). The girls and I sit and stare at the IPad way too much, obsessing over every little detail. We wonder things like, “Oh no, the Dad hasn’t come back in awhile, maybe he abandoned the mother”. Or, “The nest is looking a little raggedy, I think that mother better fill in that hole with some sticks.” Or sometimes we wonder things like, “Is that a dead rat or a dead fish that Dad just delivered for dinner, and why is the Mom ok with it?” Occasionally my husband will walk through the room and say something horrible like “Caroline, I sure hope that baby bird doesn’t fall out of the nest”. Caroline squeals for me to confirm that her Dad is just trying to annoy her, and that that will not really happen. My husband laughs and laughs. It’s great fun, you should totally be watching this. The babies are fluffy and adorable and fight in the nest. Come to think of it, it actually is a lot like “The Bachelor”. All the girls on that show are adorable and cute and they all fight in the “nest” too. I”m just kidding Anna…I couldn’t resist. Did I go too far? Now you are really not going to invite me back are you?
The web cam address if you are interested in watching the eagles raise their babies is:
And because I find it impossible to post a blog without a picture, how about this totally non-related series of photographs from last week:
And yes, I did choose to photograph it, instead of stopping it. I did holler at Thomas at the last minute and tell him to stop. We were able to save Caroline, but we lost the leopard print umbrella that she was shading herself under…which was indeed tragic.
Happy weekend to you all!
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