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Well, perhaps that's not the very best title for a blog on a dating site.
Or is it.

Nonetheless, this is a live CAM feed of 1 or 2 beautiful young chicks... and their mom.

Well, to explain better, it is a live view of an eagle's nest high in a tree in Duke's Farm in Bridgewater, NJ, USA.
Mom (as I type this) is currently in the nest on top of her 1 to 2 tiny new hatchlings,
keeping them warm and safe from being blown out of the nest, as it has been cold & windy lately
here in NJ.

So, click on the play arrow and see what's happening right now.
I did think I saw 2 cute hatchling eaglets for a bit last night, but either one
got blown out of the nest, or the other was still an egg.
I'm sure that at some point today dad will be back to the nest with some food,
perhaps fresh caught fish and mom will
feed the chick(s) sashimi and you're invited to watch.
If all goes well, you can check back from time to time and watch the youngsters grow up and eventually fledge from the nest live.

Note - after the initial play quickly expires, click on the live play arrow at the bottom left.

Lets go to the video

The last time I saw Leonardo, he was aging gracefully. His once
dark hair had turned to silver, and his countenance was quiet
and refined. His home was on a quiet block, but one that I
happened to walk down daily on my way to school. I very often
would see him sitting in his favorite chair by the window,
staring out as if to take in all he sees. And yet when you looked
in his eyes, they carried the wisdom of a thousand years,
perhaps a thousand lives.
It was an odd circumstance by which I happened to meet
Leonardo in my younger days. I was at our local train station
waiting to meet my aunt Olivia who was arriving shortly. It was
a favorable chance of fate that Leonardo would be there at that
precise moment. He was wearing his traditional travel attire, THERE is more tell me --& I`ll post more........

... The vets think it is a lesion in the brain, as apparently older cats get Meningiomas. Her eyesight is down some, but she's walking around with no apparent motor losses. They say that with strokes and such, cats, and some animals "wall point". They walk up to a wall, and just put their noses close and stand there. She did this some for a day right after the event, but now walks about the house, fairly steadily, but occasionally bangs into stuff, with the possible decrease in vision. But eating a bit, and peeing/pooping OK, and clearly recognizes us all. No vocalizations though. Enjoys light brushing, as usual. So all in all, she's not out of the woods by any means, but looks much better than a few days ago. So to me, it might just be a mild stroke, in evolution, hopefully soon to resolve, with only minor remaining disabilities. Angel still treats her like crap, each time they come close to each other, but is wasting away, so Lilly may live longer. Both nice kitties---tough to lose ant pet. Much easier to rid oneself of a woman.

Everywhere I go I see the Super Bowl now this lol ..
The Superb Owls....the Great Horned Owl in Spanish Moss looks comfy n cozy...

Photos: Superb Owl Sunday IV—via @TheAtlPhoto

....and now Miss Lilly.... Two cats next door, who lived here, all in the family, with the big dogs, before human, and then animal separations, a decade ago. Several years ago, after a costly diagnostic work up, the vets pronounced Lilly to have a splenic tumor, and was therefore circling the drain, so to speak. They prescribed palliative medication, and a little fluids, and we took her home to die. That was 2016. Tough old girl. But this AM, out of the blue, she was having trouble walking, with other signs of a kitty stroke. Last night spent in the Vet hospital, and after steroids and lab tests, was only a bit better. We'll all go to see here, but are expecting the worst. 16 years old, so a long and happy life. Her pal, Angel, a Maine Coon mix, and 17, and superb huntress, has been on a downward course for several months, daily more cachectic, but still chowing down, and feisty as ever. The crab, no doubt. Brought home a chipmunk a few weeks ago to show off to the ladies, playing with the bedazzled poor little thing, till one of the girls took it away to set free, in total PTSD, we're sure..Hard as it is to imagine any female actually liking me, both did, and I taught them lot's of fun tricks. So now it looks like both will soon be leaving us. One door closes, another opens. The ladies next door watch Bravo, while I'm away, as I've done for their kitties, and they love this big dumb Shepherd. They've expressed interest in adopting him, which he'd certainly love, then getting spoiled in not one, but two households. Frees me up to work overseas again.Oh, well.

Hope everyone has a weekend to remember.

This is a first for me. Blogging from the bathtub. My apologies for not taking pics of the event.

I'm already regretting this decision and see it as foolish, and so does my justifiably aquaphobic phone.

I think I quit smoking but still feel the urge. For this reason, I wrote "trying to quit" in my profile. "I reserve the right to kill myself via smoke inhalation" is maybe how it should read.

One of the benefits is that my singing voice has improved. This may yield higher mileage on a dating site where the talent competition between writers, photographers, and cut-and-paste dullards is getting fierce!

Here's my submission to the CS Idol judges who will undoubtedly believe that Tony Bennet is in the room.

Step away from the gong, please!

You may (or may not) remember Fritz the cat.
But, this is about Max the cat.
Max is the cuddly affectionate cat of a couple in Highland Park, California.
However, apparently there's whole other side of Max.

A couple of nights ago, Max was outside surrounded and attacked by 3 coyotes in his own yard.
It didn't faze Max. He fought them off successfully without much of a problem.
The coyote seemed quite a bit more nervous about the attack than Max did.
Nonetheless, Max's owners will build an outdoor enclosed area to enable Max to
wander his old stomping ground without the possibility of being attacked by coyote again.
However, perhaps it's the coyote, that actually might benefit from Max's enclosure the most .

Men are like dogs she said. Okay I agree.
Dogs live for the moment.
Thinking for tomorrow is too far away.
They eat when hungry.
Sleep when tired.
Chase females in heat.
Pee and poo when the urge arises.

She added... they chase females when they are not in heat!