Saturday, December 27, 2008

Crash Bam Boom

So, the three of us were driving down the road, on our way to pick up Geoff's car from the repair shop.
We went round a sharp curve, and continued on. I heard a horrible squeal behind us and I looked in the rear view mirror just in time to see a pickup truck swerving sideways. It over-corrected and then spun in a circle, and finally crashed into a telephone pole.

I slammed on the brakes and threw the car into reverse.
Geoff says that I said, "Oh. My. God."....he thought I had seen a cool bird or something, not realizing that an accident had occurred behind us.

I jumped out of the car as the other driver staggered towards us. Without shoes, and without pants.

He was gasping and was white as a sheet. He leaned on the back window of the car (no doubt scaring the Hell out of Isabelle and Lorelei) and I made him sit down behind the car.
Another car stopped behind us and a woman jumped out. She had training in CPR and First Aid, so she tended to the guy while I called 911. We got the paramedics, police, firemen, and his mother there within 5 minutes.
Turns out this guy was only 16 years old, had only had his license for a few months. He was on his way to his job at the local cinema. I told him the popcorn would definitely have to go on without him today. (That made him smile.)
The impact had torn off his shoes and when he jumped out of the truck, somehow his pants had fallen down.
The police gave me a quick interview, not that I could give them much info. As the interview was ending, one of the firemen turned the ignition on the truck and the radio blared to life....quite loudly. Seems that this young man had his radio at a deafening volume and took the curve too fast, as far as I can tell.
The boy didn't have any major injuries, but he said his back was pretty sore. I don't envy him the full-body aches he's going to have tomorrow.

When all was said and done, I said a few words to the boy's mother. She thanked me for stopping to help her son, and then she hugged me.

I spent most of the rest of the day in a happy glow.
I glimpsed a tiny bit of what the police, firemen and EMT's get to feel every single day. What a rush it must be.

Here's a few photos from the last few days:


Group 2008
My Mom's group of friends, stuck with each other since the late 60's. I think you can tell from the photo who had been drinking and who hadn't.

A yummy appetizer:
Fruit salsa 2
My Fruit Salsa. A healthy choice from Frito's and beer cheese.
Chop up an orange, a few kiwis, a bunch of strawberries and toss in a can of crushed pineapple. Then drizzle with a bit of lemon juice.

Serve it with fresh cinnamon tortilla chips:
Fruit salsa chips
Spread melted butter on regular tortillas, sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar , then cut into wedges. Bake them for about 8-10 minutes at 400 degrees.
It is delicious, and this is coming from a person who doesn't really like fruit or veggies.


Me Geoff Lorelei Christmas 2008
(photo by Isabelle)

A fun sight at Kevin-the-brother-in-law's:
White squirrel
In Middletown, Ohio, there is a street populated with all-white squirrels. We had just turned onto the street when I said, "I wish I could see one of those white squirrels..." And there one was, in Kevin's front yard.


Lucy:
Lucy 122708
I love her. Have I mentioned that ever?

Lucys feet
And I even love her feet.
Look at that one toe crossed over another. Reminds me of this photo.

And waiting.....
GHOW nest empty
...for the local great horned owls to get on with it.
(That dark thing in the nest is a branch that has been there since the "hurricane" blew through in September.)
Come mid-January, I will be obsessively checking this nest for a great lump of owl to be sitting on sweet eggs.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Let me show you the way...

As the dust settles, we sit back and survey the damage.
Though we have picked up the wrapping paper, torn down the boxes and washed the good china, I am still finding bits of tape stuck to my socks, little plastic tags in the carpet, and dishes in the sofa.

I could bore you with all the toys given and squealed over.
But let's talk about MY new toy:












A Garmin nuvi 205. It's the only thing I asked for.
When I prepare to go off to a program, I have to look up the address and Google directions from RAPTOR to the program location. I then print out the directions and have to have them on the seat next to me as I navigate through Cincinnati.
A waste of paper and it's not safe to read something as you drive.

Geoff listens to me when I ask for something for Christmas, but it's not like he could have missed the hints.
"Geoff, did you know that GPS devices can talk to you?"

"Hey, Geoff! Target has Garmins on sale!"
I should have asked for a BirdJam-equipped iTouch. birdjam birdjam birdjam......Hi, Jay!

Well, my birthday is next Friday....
: )



When I opened it, I was so happy I kissed the box.

Yesterday morning, I went looking for an open Starbucks and used the Garmin. Even though I know the location of every Starbucks in a 20-mile radius.

It has a wonderfully calm, Sigourney Weaveresque voice.

You can either type in an address (I ADORE touchscreens!) or it can find something you are looking for. Food, ATM's, hospitals, parks, hotels, parking, attractions, auto repair....
You can enter coordinates...which will come in handy looking for that rare bird on the listserv when someone can only describe the location in coordinates. (That was an awkward sentence, but you know what I mean)
You can change the little icon that symbolizes your car....I changed mine to a bald eagle. It's very cool.

While playing with the Garmin, it struck me that a satellite way up in space (bloop! bloop!) knew exactly where I was. And I could tell it where I wanted to go, and it would help me get there. The technology of it all was just too much.

Here's a picture of my reaction.






Monday, December 22, 2008

Season's Greetings from RAPTOR, Inc.

What a bunch of creative souls we have at RAPTOR...
Marc put this together as a holiday greeting card for our veterinarians:



RAPTOR Christmas Greeting

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Forever free

A call from a RAPTOR rehabber yielded bad news for me today.

Rufus, our beloved red screech owl, was found dead in his mew. It is unclear what caused this, but we have had Rufus since 2005 (he was an adult when he was brought in, so at least a year old), and even if he lived to be 4, that's a respectable life for a screech owl.

I had myself a little cry in his memory, and so many things came to mind....

He was the all-time favorite of the 3 to 5-year old set (because he didn't scream, and he was a non-scary size).

A school that I present to every year loves him so much, they put him on the front page of their website.

His little legs were sensitive to the chemical tanners in our jess leather, so he got "special" jesses.

He would never raise his ear tufts during programs, so I would gently and slowly lift them with my pinky finger.

His yearly Ugly-Molt was something to look forward to.

He was the very first bird of prey I ever held on my hand. And I was scared out of my mind...I kept thinking, "Oh, my God...I'm holding an OWL."

Getting attached to our education birds is different from bonding with a pet.
We don't (and can't) cuddle them, scratch their heads...but I still love my birds fiercely, and there is a very, very large void when they are gone.

Please....let there be a Heaven for Screech Owls.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Am I still here?

The large, pink, horse-sized antibiotics are slowly allowing me to talk and move.
Is it really necessary to make a pill too large to comfortably take? These things are about the same diameter as my thumb.


Saturday, while I was still able to stand, brought us our FOS pine siskin:

FOS pine siskin

Just one. But a nice one, nonetheless.
We got our first siskins ever, last year, the day before heading to my first Cape May weekend.

My ear is still full of pus, my throat is not on fire anymore yet still smoldering, and my sinuses seem to be full of something akin to Silly Putty. There are two more programs scheduled for me this week, and it is still up in the air as to whether I will be able to do them.
I hate being sick. I really hate being sick for a week and a half.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Voices

Drove myself to Urgent Care this morning.
Fever. Can't breathe or swallow without wincing.
Turns out that I have pharyngitis, a big nasty ear infection and tonsils that look like mold-covered cherry tomatoes.
Had to cancel a very big program for tomorrow. How can I teach if I can't talk?