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yamamanama34 days until the vernal equinox
I think I copied that correctly. There's probably another zero in there somewhere. Emma's phone seems to think it's 88 degrees. I'd say I want to live in that Boston but I'm sure I'd get sick of the thunderstorms after a while.
After the latest storm, the wildlife center is taking care of a red-throated loon, at least four grebes, some more thick-billed murres. I'm sure the goose and the swan and the four mallards are unrelated to the storm.
Grebes are adorable and they have vivid red eyes. They actually let me move them from the recently filled pool to the pool that needed all the green water dredged out of it (scoop it out, dump it in the drain, repeat until the pool is so shallow that you're only dredging up a spoonful at a time). By picking them up. I want to say they're horned grebes, but I'm not sure. Wikipedia tells me there are three species of grebe that regularly occur in Massachusetts and two that are anomalous. Oddly enough, Wikipedia doesn't list manatees in their list of mammals of Massachusetts.
The bufflehead died, alas, and so did one of the murres. Dead murres don't make a sound at all but live murres make this weird muted guttural barking sound.
This also means there's a figurative ton of dirty laundry and a good portion of my day was spent carrying bins of dirty laundry and dumping them in the laundry room bins.
I left my camera at home but someone took these photos for the website. It's kinda big so I'll just link it.
http://i.imgur.com/aDyPMNz.jpg
Top is a loon, bottom is a grebe.
This is why Emma (wildlife center Emma, not artist/musician Emma) interned in winter rather than spring or summer: a more interesting variety of animals and a higher ratio of injured animals to healthy orphaned animals.
Zofia was around too. I had her listen to some of Trust Fall on my iPod and showed her some of Emma's art in between dish washing, greens tearing, and searching for live but dormant mealworms for the robin and catbird. The catbird came because he was attacked by a cat.
Zofia made cupcakes and Anna brought donuts so I told Brody to check it out if he wanted some food that's supposed to be cream filled. See, when Kreiger's coworkers put food in the refrigerator, that's a bond of trust. And if he violates that trust, or the food...
The snow piles were taller than I am and the goats couldn't get their door shut, and I had to throw the hay blocks into the snow to feed them, and right now I'm desperately hoping the T is running next Saturday… for reasons. Reasons that involve me looking up walking distance from Central on Bing and getting maps of Hong Kong instead. And even if there was a way to cross the Bering Strait on foot, you can't get driving directions for such distances. I'll tell you about it when it's in the past and not in the future.
Someone compares the snow to drinking 14 beers in a week and feeling fine and then drinking 12 beers in a single night operating under the logic that you'll be fine as long as you don't drink any more beers for the rest of the week.
Also, I had to open up the dumpster while it had snow on it and the garbage from enrichment was surprisingly heavy. It didn't help that I could only access the dumpster from the front and had to wedge the garbage bin under the dumpster roof and then let the bag of what I think is water and uneaten waterfowl pellets, which are made from corn, soybeans, fish, and supplements.
There's an island in Scotland that's covered with gannet guano. Jean says all our gannets die. Now, I don't know if anyone has ever been fucked to compile a breakdown of successful releases vs deaths by type of animal but it would be really neat to see.
http://missgeo.bandcamp.com/album/miss-geo
Here's some more music.
Dubai: highs in the upper 80s and lower 90s. Most of the infrastructure is there aside from sanitation.
Burning Question: does anyone else want to help me fulfill my (literal) dream of turning Dubai into an artists' commune?
I think I copied that correctly. There's probably another zero in there somewhere. Emma's phone seems to think it's 88 degrees. I'd say I want to live in that Boston but I'm sure I'd get sick of the thunderstorms after a while.
After the latest storm, the wildlife center is taking care of a red-throated loon, at least four grebes, some more thick-billed murres. I'm sure the goose and the swan and the four mallards are unrelated to the storm.
Grebes are adorable and they have vivid red eyes. They actually let me move them from the recently filled pool to the pool that needed all the green water dredged out of it (scoop it out, dump it in the drain, repeat until the pool is so shallow that you're only dredging up a spoonful at a time). By picking them up. I want to say they're horned grebes, but I'm not sure. Wikipedia tells me there are three species of grebe that regularly occur in Massachusetts and two that are anomalous. Oddly enough, Wikipedia doesn't list manatees in their list of mammals of Massachusetts.
The bufflehead died, alas, and so did one of the murres. Dead murres don't make a sound at all but live murres make this weird muted guttural barking sound.
This also means there's a figurative ton of dirty laundry and a good portion of my day was spent carrying bins of dirty laundry and dumping them in the laundry room bins.
I left my camera at home but someone took these photos for the website. It's kinda big so I'll just link it.
http://i.imgur.com/aDyPMNz.jpg
Top is a loon, bottom is a grebe.
This is why Emma (wildlife center Emma, not artist/musician Emma) interned in winter rather than spring or summer: a more interesting variety of animals and a higher ratio of injured animals to healthy orphaned animals.
Zofia was around too. I had her listen to some of Trust Fall on my iPod and showed her some of Emma's art in between dish washing, greens tearing, and searching for live but dormant mealworms for the robin and catbird. The catbird came because he was attacked by a cat.
Zofia made cupcakes and Anna brought donuts so I told Brody to check it out if he wanted some food that's supposed to be cream filled. See, when Kreiger's coworkers put food in the refrigerator, that's a bond of trust. And if he violates that trust, or the food...
The snow piles were taller than I am and the goats couldn't get their door shut, and I had to throw the hay blocks into the snow to feed them, and right now I'm desperately hoping the T is running next Saturday… for reasons. Reasons that involve me looking up walking distance from Central on Bing and getting maps of Hong Kong instead. And even if there was a way to cross the Bering Strait on foot, you can't get driving directions for such distances. I'll tell you about it when it's in the past and not in the future.
Someone compares the snow to drinking 14 beers in a week and feeling fine and then drinking 12 beers in a single night operating under the logic that you'll be fine as long as you don't drink any more beers for the rest of the week.
Also, I had to open up the dumpster while it had snow on it and the garbage from enrichment was surprisingly heavy. It didn't help that I could only access the dumpster from the front and had to wedge the garbage bin under the dumpster roof and then let the bag of what I think is water and uneaten waterfowl pellets, which are made from corn, soybeans, fish, and supplements.
There's an island in Scotland that's covered with gannet guano. Jean says all our gannets die. Now, I don't know if anyone has ever been fucked to compile a breakdown of successful releases vs deaths by type of animal but it would be really neat to see.
http://missgeo.bandcamp.com/album/miss-geo
Here's some more music.
Dubai: highs in the upper 80s and lower 90s. Most of the infrastructure is there aside from sanitation.
Burning Question: does anyone else want to help me fulfill my (literal) dream of turning Dubai into an artists' commune?
