Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
- Least Sandpipers
- Snowy Egret
- Turkey Vulture
- Great Blue Heron
- American Coots
- Anna's Hummingbirds
- American Wigeons
- Western Bluebirds
- Great Egrets
- Cinnamon Teals
- American Crows
- Western Grebe
Away from the reserve, I've always begun noticing more and more birds and adding them to my list:
- Brown Pelican (Oceanside, CA)
- Ring-billed Gull (Long Beach, CA)
- Rock Pigeons (Primm, NV. Heck, these birds are everywhere.)
- Western Sandpiper (Long Beach, CA)
- Western Gull (Long Beach, CA)
I notice on my walks that I tend to pay more attention to the birds around me and can recognize species that I've identified before. Which is both cool and surprising. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
My Dad called to tell me that their computer was finally back from the technicians, and he asked if I would stop by after work to fetch it and to
re-establish its dominance in their lives set it up in their guest bedroom. So I drove from Newport Beach to Laguna Niguel after work, and the sound occurred once while en route. But after I picked up my Mom to take her to Best Buy, the sound reared its head, and Mom noticed. I brushed it off as dirty breaks, but after setting up the computer and leaving for the night, the screeching popped up more often. One time, it made itself known while I stepped on the gas. Another, rounding a corner. The pièce de résistance waited until I stopped at a drive thru to pick up dinner for Caesar. With the food safely in the passenger's seat, I eased into the u-turn to leave, and a horrific noise—like dozens of elongated fingernails scraping across a chalkboard—echoed across the parking lot. The other drivers turned to stare, and I sheepishly made my way onto the street and back home, the devil sound never diminishing until I turned off the engine.
So this morning, I drove to the mechanics and learned that both front brakes were worn to the sensors, the rotors were damaged, and the rear brakes had glazed due to all the hills I drive going to/from work each day. Four hours and $690 later, my car has a new set of brakes. No screeching or dragging claws. Just peace and quiet.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Happy Valentines Day, Caesar!
Thursday, February 12, 2015
greater kudu and its magnificent horns.
The story is a slow and steady build as Hemingway introduces the members of his safari and slowly attempts to hunt the greater kudu over several days. His frustration mounts as each day passes and the kudu eludes him, and he spends evenings around the fire discussing the virtues of different writers and the best method for hunting. Nothing too drastic happens until the final few chapters, when Hemingway is down to his final day in Africa. His guides take him to a new territory, and soon they catch sight of the kudu and race after the animal through seemingly untouched territory. It's during the last few chapters that the excitement of the hunt finally appeared and captured my imagination, running alongside them, hiding in the grass, scaling the rough rocks as they follow the animal's trail.
I'm not accustomed to non-fiction from Hemingway, but this is a decent story—one the slowly builds into an exhilarating adventure. A nice glimpse into the master writer's personal life.
Green Hills of Africa
by Ernest Hemingway
trade paperback, 295 pgs.