Derik M. was on the McMurdo Station in Antarctica as a US Coast Guard in 2017, when he spotted a family of penguins.
Suddenly, a piece of the ice broke and the clip turned out to be one of the most thrilling ever filmed.
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In April 2023, a California condor died of avian flu, leaving her sick mate alone on a cliff to incubate their final egg.
Condor 316’s last act before dying was laying her egg. Her mate, Condor 680, was also sick, but he refused to abandon it. For three long weeks, he incubated the egg entirely alone, starving himself in the process.
Condor eggs take 57 days to hatch. A single parent cannot survive that long without food or water. Both the father and the unborn chick were doomed to die in that cave.
Biologists from The Peregrine Fund waited for 680 to briefly stretch his wings, then scrambled into the cave. They packed the egg into a cooler with hand warmers and drove 300 miles to a wildlife clinic.
(This rescue actually saved 680's life—without the egg to protect, he finally left the cave to find food and successfully recovered.)
At the clinic, against all odds, the egg was viable. Vets performed an assisted hatch, and the chick tested negative for the flu. Crucially, she was female a massive win for the endangered species' survival.
They named her Milagra (Spanish for miracle). It was a rare exception for a program that usually only assigns numbers to wild birds.
Milagra was flown to Idaho to be raised by her own kind, so she wouldn't imprint on humans. Her foster father was "Cuyama" a 40 year old condor who was one of the original 22 California condors left on Earth when the species nearly went completely extinct in 1983.
In September 2024, Milagra was finally released back into the wild. She stepped out onto a red cliff ledge and began eating from a provided carcass.
Moments later, a massive, older male condor landed right beside her. They ate side by side, eventually turning to face each other on the rocky ledge.
That older bird? Condor 680. Her biological father.
Biologists say it’s unlikely the two birds recognized their family connection. But for everyone watching, it was the most beautiful ending imaginable.
Over on Substack I’m writing about the last seven years of my life. It’s the first draft of the whole story. All of it.
Below is a short excerpt. I’ll be releasing chapters every few days, along with “Where’s Hunter?” a video series exclusive to Substack.
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The Laptop
They called it the laptop. I will call it that too, although the name is not accurate, the provenance was never established, and no court or forensic examiner ever certified the chain of custody that would have made it evidence rather than theater. I will call it the laptop because by now the word belongs to something larger than a piece of hardware. It belongs to a story they needed me to confirm, and I am done letting them tell it.
Their origin story begins in a Delaware repair shop, but it does not end there, and it did not begin there either. By the time a legally blind computer repairman named handed a hard drive to Rudy Giuliani’s attorney, men had already been traveling to Kyiv and Vienna and Zurich for more than a year trying to assemble exactly this object. The laptop did not surface and create a scandal. A scandal was constructed, and a laptop was produced to anchor it.
So. The laptop.
Here is what was on it.
Twenty years of my life, or a version of it. Messages sent at hours that don't belong to anyone sober. Photographs I would never have taken in daylight. A record of every way a body can fail its owner when the owner has stopped trying to help. None of it is a single dramatic moment. It is accumulation, the slow daily work of an addict doing the thing that is killing him because the alternative feels like dying faster.
All of that was on it. I am not denying any of it.
That is not a small thing to say. I have spent years in rooms where men and women with far less scrutiny than I have faced tore themselves apart trying to account for what they did in the middle of their disease. The inventory of an addict’s life is never clean. It is not meant to be clean. Recovery does not erase the record. It requires reading it. I have read mine.
What I will not do is accept their lies.
Because a record of what is on it, or more precisely, what was not, exists.
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Off work today. Not doing well mentally at all. Running out of food in my house. Prescription was just filled and the price doubled so I can’t get it right now and have two days left in my bottle. Running out of basic necessities and don’t have the money to replace them. Looking for a second job at night but with two adults using one car to get back and forth to work I have no idea how I will be able to do it.
I’m just so fucking tired of working so hard and constantly feeling like I’m drowning and can’t survive. It’s not like I’m wasteful. I work and stay home. I don’t spend money on anything but necessary shit. I never go anywhere. I never go out and have fun. I just stay home alone. But I am struggling so bad and I don’t know what to do.
I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up. I’m so tired.
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