Husbandman has been working on his Senior project for the past few weeks, and so most of our attention has been directed at coots and marshlands and cackling geese and honking geese and quiet geese as well.
Today during lunch I came into the office and one of the keepers, who has another job rescuing wildlife, was busy rescuing an Allan's hummingbird that had smacked into the cafe window.
I'm beat. Samosas for dinner and a few more chapters of "She's Come Undone" by Wally Lamb (one of those books I've read so many times the pages in the middle are coming, well, undone) will chill me out.
Next week is Spring Break, woot.
The hummingbird was fine, by the way.
