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Sitting on the broken eggs

Ok so I cried while watching a nature documentary the other day. A little maternal Birdy is incubating some eggs in her nest, and flies off to get food. While she's gone some other hungry bird comes along and smashes up the eggs to eat the yolks. Mumma bird comes back to a mess. She can tell it's not right but she just staunchly perches back on top of the smashed up eggs to keep incubating, because her drive is so strong.
I had to change the channel.
It's a reminder to myself that nature is completely indifferent.
And that it's only sad because of the meaning I put to it. And that is ok. There's a certain beauty to that sadness.
That..
And...
It just is what it is.

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  1. Mali17 April 2018 at 20:56

    Nature is indeed completely indifferent. But for me, it is further evidence that an inability to conceive is no-one's fault, and in some ways I find that comforting. However, I feel for that poor Mumma bird.

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  2. NotMyLinesYet22 April 2018 at 12:07

    Poor mama bird. I suppose this is a reminder that we are not alone - all creatures can go through this. If mama bird can keep on going, I guess we can too.

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