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journey's rest
May. 3rd, 2016 08:37 pmThe rain gods granted my wish. The Mayfair was postponed and I'm really happy because I knew it would be craptacular out, rain or no rain.
Waking up on sunny days is a tug of war between the sun and lovesickness on one side and the cold on the other, with the cold winning.
Yesterday, it was cloudy, so I overslept anyway. And it's supposed to be like this for an entire week. Eat a dick, May.
It smelled like one of the animals ate some poop and then threw it up and then died from poop poisoning anyway, and guess who was tasked to bring those dishes downstairs to the kitchen to be washed. The answer is me. I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've been incapacitated by a smell at the wildlife center, and I've dealt with some pretty reeky things.
Tiffany knows exactly who is to blame: the herring gull. They eat a mixture of dog food, mice, and some kind of white fish that is slightly past its expiration date. Factor in that it's been sitting in, well, not quite room temperatures, but a room that isn't quite cold enough to stave off further decay, and you've got a recipe for some offensively noxious smells.
I once thought that we deliberately set out to make feeding as unpleasant as possible for the raccoons but Tiffany says jamming it down their throats makes it faster and it means we don't have to help them swallow it and the raccoons hate us once they grow up no matter what.
I also learned that northern flickers look less like woodpeckers and more like mourning doves with black spots on their underbellies and a black gorget and red crescent markings on the napes of their necks.
I had to look up their picture because the label fell off and I was mistaking her for a mourning dove.
We're going to release a snapping turtle. It's all about striking up a balance: enough water to keep pressure off of their plastrons and prevent major sores and ulcers but not so much water that their shell fractures can't heal.
And there were baby ducks! Someone found six of them in a storm pipe with their mother nowhere to be seen. They're in good health. In fact, I found one of them outside the kiddy pool.
This baby owl is only a few days old.
Désirée and Cody showed up and I learned that Cody never actually volunteered at the wildlife center, he just knows people who do.
burning question: is there a reason Google's map is displaying in Korean, but only a certain distance from Harvard Square?
Waking up on sunny days is a tug of war between the sun and lovesickness on one side and the cold on the other, with the cold winning.
Yesterday, it was cloudy, so I overslept anyway. And it's supposed to be like this for an entire week. Eat a dick, May.
It smelled like one of the animals ate some poop and then threw it up and then died from poop poisoning anyway, and guess who was tasked to bring those dishes downstairs to the kitchen to be washed. The answer is me. I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've been incapacitated by a smell at the wildlife center, and I've dealt with some pretty reeky things.
Tiffany knows exactly who is to blame: the herring gull. They eat a mixture of dog food, mice, and some kind of white fish that is slightly past its expiration date. Factor in that it's been sitting in, well, not quite room temperatures, but a room that isn't quite cold enough to stave off further decay, and you've got a recipe for some offensively noxious smells.
I once thought that we deliberately set out to make feeding as unpleasant as possible for the raccoons but Tiffany says jamming it down their throats makes it faster and it means we don't have to help them swallow it and the raccoons hate us once they grow up no matter what.
I also learned that northern flickers look less like woodpeckers and more like mourning doves with black spots on their underbellies and a black gorget and red crescent markings on the napes of their necks.
I had to look up their picture because the label fell off and I was mistaking her for a mourning dove.
We're going to release a snapping turtle. It's all about striking up a balance: enough water to keep pressure off of their plastrons and prevent major sores and ulcers but not so much water that their shell fractures can't heal.
And there were baby ducks! Someone found six of them in a storm pipe with their mother nowhere to be seen. They're in good health. In fact, I found one of them outside the kiddy pool.
This baby owl is only a few days old.
Désirée and Cody showed up and I learned that Cody never actually volunteered at the wildlife center, he just knows people who do.
burning question: is there a reason Google's map is displaying in Korean, but only a certain distance from Harvard Square?
