This is the egg-laying season if you're a bird.

If you're an octopus, particularly a giant Pacific octopus, you've been there, done that. In fact, you died doing it, in what is the saddest mommy story I've heard in a long while. It calls, "No Mother Could Give More."

We begin with a pregnant octopus. She's been that way for four or five months, carrying the eggs inside her body until one day, in mid-winter, when the water temperature is right, she starts expelling her eggs, one by one, into the water. She will produce (and this will take her a month or so) about 56,000 individuals, who float free until she gathers them into groups, then stitch them into hanging braids, like a bead curtain in a Chinese restaurant.

This is her octopus "den" (a wild mammal's hidden home or a lair). It's usually an underwater cave, protected by rocks that she's put at the entrance to keep hungry crabs, sea stars, and fish from getting too close. She's glued about 170 braids to the roof and there she sits, often right under the babies. "Each egg," is a gleaming white tear-drop about the size of a grain of rice. Months pass. All this time, the mother is constantly on guard.

(The hidden place to keep the egg keep safe without eating)

The mother spends five, six months protecting her 56,000 children. She constantly waves her arms gently over the plaits of eggs, making sure that nothing harmful settles on them. With her siphon, she blows water gently over them to keep them aerated. She uses her arms to keep potential predators away from the eggs, and as far away from the den as possible she normally does not leave the den at any time.

Throughout this whole period of more than half a year, she never eats. All of the energy in her body is slowly consumed by her work until, by the time the offspring emerge, she has nearly starved to death. Then one night, though she is weaker and smaller. Her once the brick-red color is now a deathly gray and her skin shows signs of decay, her breath now coming in "sporadic gasps,"( a short quick breath of air that you take in through your mouth) she repositions herself and blows all of her babies out of the den into the open water.

It's essential that she uses her siphon to blow them free, and once they detach, the babies know exactly what to do. The babies are spectacular. Measuring 6 mm and weighing just 0.029 grams, they are perfect miniatures of their parents. They have 8 tiny arms adorned with suckers. They can change colors instantly and can even produce a miniature puff of ink when they are disturbed.

But the mom is near exhaustion.

 She hasn't eaten for so long probably because food could attract predators, or because debris from eating could bring parasites near the eggs, she keeps gently blowing water over the babies, pushing them from the den for as long as she can until she herself floats free and sometimes, only two or three meters from the den opening, she stops breathing and dies. Her babies? They go straight to the ocean surface, feed there, grow; some will descend deeper into the ocean where they will dodge jellyfish, sharks, and blue whales and hope to survive.