Tomorrow is Raptors Live, at Fontenelle Forest. Essentially that means the Raptor Recovery people bring out some hawks and owls, and they screech, flap about, and eat the occasional dead mouse hand-fed to them for a snack. My son is into that sort of thing, and gets along well with the raptor people (and the raptors). Me? I'll be in the next room reading a book until it is over. *Shudder*. Believe me, I'm not even all that happy with a fake bird on my head. I do get to sit in a beautiful sunny room (and out on the deck weather permitting) and read largely undisturbed for an hour or so, which is something I wouldn't otherwise get to do, so it isn't an awful way to spend a morning, but yeah, I could really do without the screeching. *Shudder*
Have a lovely weekend.
My son was into raptors, too. Still is. Now I'm kinda into raptors. I've almost crashed my car a few times looking at hawks. Your hair is far too tidy to attract birds.
ReplyDeleteYou are a better mother than I. I know it could be worse (he could be into sports)and I should show more interest but...ugh.
ReplyDeleteDanny is hoping to build a career around his birding/zoology hobby-and that's possible given his circle of friends. I don't want to discourage him, but ugh, I hate being in a room with them (birds and raptors, not the naturalists).
We lived on a farm all of Danny's life until moving to the city last summer. There was one year where I know he messed-up some poor owl's chances of finding a mate by doing calls back and forth with it. Poor owl probably still wonders what it was he did wrong!
The great outdoors is best appreciated by flipping through the pages of National Geographic, as far as I'm concerned.
I am still in shock that you clean the house twice a week! I am a sloth!
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ReplyDeleteAllergies. Believe me, I wouldn't be doing it otherwise.