The day has started. The sun rises, sharing it's light with the desert. Warming the land, forming river mist. The mist will evaporate, maybe slacking the thirst of a few plants or insects. The Eagle wakes up, takes to the air. She glides down the aisles of her Safeway, her Albertsons. She is not a fussy shopper and her eaglets need to be feed. She hopes she can find something on sale, to save time and energy. No blue light specials today, no sales. She will have to cover many aisles in this store. The Eagle doesn't know it's life is hard, it's just her life. Like all of nature, the Eagle does what it has to. Doesn't complain for it's lot in life, makes the best of it. It eats what it can, fur, feet and all. To survive, to feed, it's her life. As it glides above, it doesn't enjoy the scenery. No concept of the beauty around her. No concepts except to survive to feed. The life is orderly, set in a daily format. Hunt, hope to feed, sleep, then start over again. It's her life, it's natures way,