Addendum to the Coyote

As a member of the yahoo groups Bird Hobbyist and 9-1-1 Parrot Alert, I am the joyful recipient of scads, oodles and virtual mountains of bird "stuff". Usually I browse and delete unless there is something of grand interest. Today's digest contained an heading, "Celebrity Birds". Piqued, I scrolled down to find that the celebrities were the hawks in New York City and a pair of barn owls with two, count them, TWO! nest cams. (BTW, www.palemale.com & www.theowlcam.com )

OK - I'm all about nature, but this has me vexed. Yes, yes, let's make sure that in this urban, people infested world children can access the bird cams and learn about species that they may not ever, EVER encounter in their "natural" lives... which brings up the opposing position, why are we accessing a virtual world to learn about animals, places, things in general that we should be able to walk out of doors and capture with our own eyes. I can get very frothy about this subject, but it usually turns people off and all sorts of argument ensues (unless of course you are a member of the elite few intellectuals who agrees with me..YeeHaw!).

Bottom line: If we could manage our resources and greed in a more moderate way, we might all be privy to the majesty that is our natural world without resorting to a "virtual" world.

Nature Lover

We rounded the corner of the running track in Quannah Parker park and much to my amazement, I spotted a coyote - a BIG one- hunting in the field. Yippee was the first to notice the motionless canine, watching and waiting to pounce upon some unsuspecting vole. He quivered with anticipation. As soon as the coyote scored his little rodent treat, Yippee leapt to full speed and was after his distant relative, just closing the gap as the hunter fled into the forest. I was stunned. A coyote, at 1:30 in the afternoon, on a bright and delightful Sunday. A Mummy, I supposed. Perhaps rustling up the grub for her early pups. Yippee was disappointed that his attempts at contact were not met with more enthusiasm, and Dittles gallumphed behind wondering what all the excitement was, as she couldn't see over the ruined brown winter grasses. Chelsea, our little birder, snubbed the chase as far too banal - fowl were much more challenging as well as good eating.

I hate living in all this urbanity where the sight of mating hawks and feeding coyotes is a rarity. I'm ready for the farm, Jed!

Mid-Term #2

Completed.

Three hours of self-editing prose now submitted with no recourse.

This is grad school.

Well... It's about time!

I was scared that if I wrote about this, it would all vanish in a POOF! of djinn smoke. However, after 4 months (lunar, that is) I guess I should introduce you to MrTuck.

Despairing of ever meeting someone with my own quirky interests, superior intelligence and prose skills, and a true gentleman; I posted an incredibly flippant profile on Match.com as a farewell flip-off. Lo, and Behold!, 24 hours after posting, I receive a flippant response... and the game was on. Perhaps I had niggled the Fates just enough for my thread to be loosed to the karmic winds. Maybe I just gave up, let go, and what I wanted came right back to me.

Happy, Happy... Joy, Joy!!!

Dillying & Dallying

No, not dead. Although I suspect that for the few, very few, who visit my blog, there was little if any concern. And, since I considered this initially a publicly private space for my own bizarreness, I'll just carry on with that in mind.

To recap:

looks as if I haven't posted since Spuper-Bowl. A delightful time was had by all and the custard-y key lime pie looked rather snotty, but tasted just fine. Since then it's been mad dashes to school, work, parents' house, Mr. Tuck's abode and too brief encounters with my pillow.

I was whisked away to New Orleans for valentine's weekend and ate myself into a stupor. I was pregnant with hollandaise, wine and the thrill of cajun environs. The few viewable pictures taken can be seen here.

There have been other thoughts, observations and ramblings that I have been pondering, but I will torture you by stringing them out over the next several posts.

Ciao!