I just don't even feel like blogging. I must have post-Holiday letdown or something.
Saturday found me at RAPTOR for a little owl parade. One of the curators? skinners?...well, I'm not sure of his exact title, but anyway....this guy from the Cincinnati Natural History and Science Museum, who collects all the bird bodies from our freezers came by to pick up what we had. A visiting family member of his is really into owls, so I perched a few out and gave a quickie talk about each one.
The nice man also said that any time I want to come and see the Museum's "collection"
(i.e. drawers and drawers of prepared bird specimens, like 41, 000 of them) to just give him a call and he could let me loose back there. I don't have the words to describe how cool that would be. They have ivory-billed woodpeckers, Carolina parakeets, Passenger pigeons and an Eskimo curlew. I think I might have just wet myself a little.
A few photos of yummy birds:
It's photos like this one that make me yearn to know what our birds are thinking.
"I only put up with you because you feed me."
"I can crush your hand without batting an eye feather. Feeling lucky?"
This could/should be a screensaver:
And how sisal perches work:
If you click on the photo and blow it up, you can see how those little fibers can gently and slowly wear away a bird's talons.
That's Sylvester's foot, btw.
A Sunday Sketch:
It's a harpy eagle.
Okay, stop laughing. I only had a green crayon and a blue one! And they were broken and blunt.
Everyone's a critic.
Tomorrow begins my Marathon Program Week, with three days of programs, seven programs a day. I like to talk...well, a lot...but 21 hours of talking is a challenge even for me.