January 13th, 2006


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I went birding over at Lake Crabtree after dropping James off. It's amazing how it varies--I've concluded that one day I went was some kind of amazing bird convention, because it's never gotten even close since. Still, some good birds, and I'm looking foward to the spring migration. One lifer--female Bufflehead, a small duck with white cheeks, which I bloody well earned, since I stalked that damn duck halfway around the lake, and wound up crouched in the rocks waiting for the beast to cruise in close enough to play spot-the-fieldmark. Fortunately, there's not too many ducks it could be.

I'm also keeping a year list, for kicks, and there were some good additions to that, like the hermit thrush. And the goldfinches are starting to get yellow again, so they have that motheaten look, despite the fact that their breeding season doesn't start until March. It's been warm here, but they're gonna be awfully disappointed when we hit the next cold snap.

Also, my boots smell like wet dog.

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*Random Public Service Announcement*

If you're a webcomics reader and you follow "The Devil's Panties" now would be an excellent time to contact your local comic shop and ask 'em to order a copy of volume 2. Regrettably, they can only be ordered via retailers, so I have no link, but if you're one of those who still go through a regular comic store, and you were thinking of ordering this volume, definitely consider doin' it now. Their distributor is in danger of dropping 'em for lack of pre-orders.

Just thought I'd mention that as part of my service to the Webcomics Community At Large.

*End Random Public Service Announcement*

Small Tragedies


I heard a thump from the deck. Walked over, and, startled, the black and white Free Range cat that the neighbors let out looks up at me. In its mouth, wings spread, is an ex-pine warbler. From the splash marks on the deck, I would guess that it pounced on a bird that was bathing and either water-logged or not paying attention.

"Oh, no, no, no..." is not the most dramatic of battlecries, but I charged anyway, sending the cat and its dinner running. Not two seconds later, perhaps proving their lack of sense, another pine warbler is on the suet feeder, less than five feet from the scene of the crime.

The area around the feeder has little dense cover from which a predator can spring, and there's plenty of trees and roof and a few small potted shrubs for a little bird to dive into, so there's really nothing I can do to improve the situation, but now I feel like an accessory to ornithicide.