wrack and ruin
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yamamanama32 days until the vernal equinox.
The bonechilling cold is hopefully over.
The bat was transferred Saturday, a rabbit got released yesterday, the goose is going to be released tomorrow, and anything we got as a result of the blizzard last Monday died.
Spyro escaped and I'm convinced he's somewhere in the towel room or maybe behind a washing machine. I'm genuinely surprised I didn't find him in the downstairs classroom or the janitor's closet.
That turtle would eat all of us if he was big enough, says Jacob.
"Variety is the spice of life, so eat your brine shrimp," says Tiffany to the turtle.
The red-shouldered hawk is the the most dramatic hawk, and he projectile shat all over the towel. He was quivering right before Jacob did physical therapy, which involves pulling the wing out as far as it will go and then folding it back up.
Jacob could smell the alcohol in the owl's meds. We hope he's a nice drunk.
The barred owl clacked at us after getting those meds. According to Tiffany, it's the cutest angry noise ever.
She's way better at bobwhite mimicry than I am (on the other hand, I think I'm better at loon mimicry), but they definitely sound like they're saying bob-WHITE bob-WHITE. Chickadees do that too. Since Asakiyume asked, the bobwhite is currently living in the outside enclosure.
Speaking of quails, there's a conspiracy theory saying that Scalia was murdered most foully by Obama because 79 year olds certainly don't die on their own.
Tiffany says that loons are the scariest thing we get because owls and hawks don't go for your face. The one we got really wanted to hurt Tyler and Tiffany pulled her hoodie over her face like Dracula (or Ndnd; I watched that episode of Futurama yesterday because Lrrr was in it and the concept of wuv confuses and infuriates Lrrr. Also, I don't know if Dracula actually does that but Béla Lugosi's character does that in Plan 9 From Outer Space, mostly to hide the fact that Béla died while they were films).
She doesn't know if Quilt was at the Fuzztival, as she was only there for one day, but she's impressed with Tie Up The Tides.
Coyotes respond to hunting pressure by going into heat earlier in their lives and having larger litters.
We can hunt anything to extinction except for coyotes. They're kind of like humans in that regard.
The carnival came and gave us four bags of plush dogs and cats. Tyler says the swans are going to get plush raccoons and the raccoons are going to get plush swans and it's going to be a mixed up world.
Atlas Lab has the CD release in a few days and I still don't know if I want to go. On one hand, it's on a Saturday and it's reasonably close to a T station so it's easy to get there and with the band in places like Burlington and Gatineau and Montreal, it's going to be quite a while before I'm able to see them play again or see Emma again, and as of the time right before I walked the dog, I know that they'll have CDs to sell or give away and even if they're not giving them away or selling them at prices so low they're practically giving them away, maybe I can get a CD in exchange for a drawing, and the other band sounds good. On the other hand, being an unsought guest at a free event is one thing, paying ten dollars to be an unsought guest is another thing. I don't know if their setlist has changed.
If it was the 13th, I'd say "fuck it."
I woke up early in the morning thinking that I was getting another cold and that solved my dilemma for me. Or maybe it's just the weather fucking with me.
burning question: So, just who would Trump nominate for Supreme Court Justice?
The bonechilling cold is hopefully over.
The bat was transferred Saturday, a rabbit got released yesterday, the goose is going to be released tomorrow, and anything we got as a result of the blizzard last Monday died.
Spyro escaped and I'm convinced he's somewhere in the towel room or maybe behind a washing machine. I'm genuinely surprised I didn't find him in the downstairs classroom or the janitor's closet.
That turtle would eat all of us if he was big enough, says Jacob.
"Variety is the spice of life, so eat your brine shrimp," says Tiffany to the turtle.
The red-shouldered hawk is the the most dramatic hawk, and he projectile shat all over the towel. He was quivering right before Jacob did physical therapy, which involves pulling the wing out as far as it will go and then folding it back up.
Jacob could smell the alcohol in the owl's meds. We hope he's a nice drunk.
The barred owl clacked at us after getting those meds. According to Tiffany, it's the cutest angry noise ever.
She's way better at bobwhite mimicry than I am (on the other hand, I think I'm better at loon mimicry), but they definitely sound like they're saying bob-WHITE bob-WHITE. Chickadees do that too. Since Asakiyume asked, the bobwhite is currently living in the outside enclosure.
Speaking of quails, there's a conspiracy theory saying that Scalia was murdered most foully by Obama because 79 year olds certainly don't die on their own.
Tiffany says that loons are the scariest thing we get because owls and hawks don't go for your face. The one we got really wanted to hurt Tyler and Tiffany pulled her hoodie over her face like Dracula (or Ndnd; I watched that episode of Futurama yesterday because Lrrr was in it and the concept of wuv confuses and infuriates Lrrr. Also, I don't know if Dracula actually does that but Béla Lugosi's character does that in Plan 9 From Outer Space, mostly to hide the fact that Béla died while they were films).
She doesn't know if Quilt was at the Fuzztival, as she was only there for one day, but she's impressed with Tie Up The Tides.
Coyotes respond to hunting pressure by going into heat earlier in their lives and having larger litters.
We can hunt anything to extinction except for coyotes. They're kind of like humans in that regard.
The carnival came and gave us four bags of plush dogs and cats. Tyler says the swans are going to get plush raccoons and the raccoons are going to get plush swans and it's going to be a mixed up world.
Atlas Lab has the CD release in a few days and I still don't know if I want to go. On one hand, it's on a Saturday and it's reasonably close to a T station so it's easy to get there and with the band in places like Burlington and Gatineau and Montreal, it's going to be quite a while before I'm able to see them play again or see Emma again, and as of the time right before I walked the dog, I know that they'll have CDs to sell or give away and even if they're not giving them away or selling them at prices so low they're practically giving them away, maybe I can get a CD in exchange for a drawing, and the other band sounds good. On the other hand, being an unsought guest at a free event is one thing, paying ten dollars to be an unsought guest is another thing. I don't know if their setlist has changed.
If it was the 13th, I'd say "fuck it."
I woke up early in the morning thinking that I was getting another cold and that solved my dilemma for me. Or maybe it's just the weather fucking with me.
burning question: So, just who would Trump nominate for Supreme Court Justice?
