we interrupt the panic for more Quiver
here’s another, close up, shot of my new bud Quiver the kestrel.
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61 days, dear god!
i just calculated it and as of today I have 61 days until l more to Chicago. Sept 14 is the proposed start date. One day less than two months. What-have-I-done? The freak out has officially begun. And the worst part is this comment isn’t a joke.
This is a picture of me and my buddy Quiver. He’s an American kestrel Falcon, the smallest Falcon in North America. This past Saturday, Quiver, Drea and I were out meeting visiting falcon watchers in town to meet for a mini convention and watch the Kodak Falcons.
This is the first time I’ve ever held a bird. Drea has been volunteering for a number of months with Wild Wings Inc. a local non profit group that does raptor educational shows. That’s raptor as in bird of prey, not killer dinosaurs.
Quiver was supposed to spend Saturday on a perch. But he prefers to be held. And the next thing I knew, Wild Wing’s director asked me if I’d do the honors. Hopefully this picture in no way portrays how afraid I was of breaking the bird.
For the most part he seemed happy. The closest he got to a commentary on handling skills was when he pooped on my hand.
things that should not work but do
I had one of those experiences today. A taste that on paper shouldn’t work but does: Finger Lake Coffee Roasters‘ Blueberry Cobbler Coffee. Let’s face it, fruit and coffee are typically two great tastes that don’t necessarily go great together. At least until now. Each sip is full of blueberry goodness. It’s like a party is going on in my mouth and everyone’s invited. Ahh Starry Nights, the cafe around the corner from my house, has offically gotten me addicted.
Add this to the long list of things I’m going to miss about Rochester.
Little updates
So, I’m starting to tweak the blog a bit! Sooner or later I’ll have it locked down.