Meanwhile, at mountain lake, eagles lose eggs

Poe, the ravens are evil killer birds.

Jackie and Shadow returned to "the birds and the bees," making love, making a nest, and making more eggs to produce the miracle of more garudas (avian eagle beings also called suparnas).

Looking at the newly fortified nest after last year's marathon viewing show, one of the eggs was confirmed to have cracked on Friday (Friends of Big Bear Valley/YouTube).

My eggs are no good. Let's fly away.

TOPLINE: Big Bear’s famous bald eagle nest has taken a bad turn — both of Jackie and Shadow’s eggs have been attacked by ravens (ravenous crows).

WHAT HAPPENED? Via livestream, a raven could be seen in the nest poking a large hole into, and potentially devour, one of the beings inside one of the eagle eggs as if it were a raw omelet, sunny side over and done.

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WHY DOES IT MATTER? Jackie and Shadow have a large fanbase. “Our hearts are with Jackie and Shadow always, and we wrap our arms around them,” Jenny Voisard, the organization’s media and website manager, wrote in a Facebook update.

“Our hearts are also with YOU, Eagle Fam; we know how you are feeling now."

• Jackie and Shadow, perhaps sensing their eggs were not viable (maybe due to human DDT), flew away for a long time, too long. Ravens came in and ate the carrion (formerly living animals); there may have been no bird murder, just bird cannibalism.

Those Ravens

Eddie Al Poet

Once upon a frigid old tree, while I floundered, weak and weary,
Over two quaint and curious misbegotten ovals—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yacking,
As of someone gently tapping, tapping at my nest's door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my nest's door—
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak Cali winter;
And each separate dying feather wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my crook surcease of sorrow—sorrow for those lost before—
For the rare and radiant eggs whom the angels brought before—
Nameless here and for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each bruised beak end
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I sat repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my nest's door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my nest's door;—
This it is and nothing more." More

LET'S GO DEEPER: Second egg seen in Big Bear’s famous bald eagle nest. See full story