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A little story today from the wonderful world of nature...

One of the most amazing things I’ve ever witnessed occurred when I spent some time out west living in a commune up on top of a mesa. Close enough to our hippie refuge to be seen clearly with a good pair of binoculars a mother eagle built her nest.

For days she gathered the nastiest bits of prickly thorns and sticks. Then she wove them together until she’d built what appeared t be a primitive basket. Once the basket was complete she began pulling tufts of down from her breast and started lining it with the soft material.

After a short time the prickly basket was only visible from underneath the nest. The top of the structure was a beautiful and warm world of downy softness. This is when the mother eagle laid her eggs.

Once the eggs hatched the little eaglets were so cute. They loved their little nest and felt so safe and secure in the warm downy home where they lived. The little ones ate slept and played and life was so good. Then one day came where it was time to grow up...

As the eaglets grew towards adolescence the mother eagle began pulling bits of the downy comforter out of the nest. The young eaglets began feeling the thorny supports of the nest and were not so happy any more. Soon they were hanging out on the fringes of the nest and looking for more comfortable digs. That’s when the mother eagle began teaching her young how to fly.

Each day the mother would spend time with her eaglets preparing them for flight. The process is amazing if you’ve never seen it. She will pick up a chick and place it on her back. She then leaps off the nest and soars high into the afternoon sky. She will then circle and roll over so that the baby eaglet plummets towards the earth below.

The little eaglet flaps its wings and screeches like a doomed infant. That’s when the mother swoops down to catch her baby and returns it to the nest. It is truly a thing to behold. She will continue doing this until the eaglets have strong wings and should be able to fly on their own.

One day she picks up an eaglet and soars up into the skies above. This time when she drops it, if it does not fly upon its own she does not catch it and it crashes into the ground below and dies. Life is tough I the world of eagles...

Why am I telling you this story? Because our mother Blogger has decided that it is time for its little bloglets to leave the old nest and soar into the new world of Blogger Beta. Yes, I know the old nest was comfortable and familiar. I know you don’t want to leave the warm confines of a place you know and trust.

Is it getting harder to comment on your friends blogs? Are old tricks not working so well anymore? Maybe it is time to risk the move and fly on over to Beta. Don’t worry, I’m waiting for you. Trust me, you’ll be just fine. Besides, you don’t want momma blogger to drop you and let you crash. You don’t want to die do you?

C’mon, flap those wings and get on over here...

I won’t post anonymous comments any longer. I mean it!

Jump little bloglets or die.

It is for your own good.

Come to papa!