Life Took Over
I don't know what happened, but I my schedule just kind of took over and I was too busy to blog--you should see our home. Friday, Saturday and Sunday it was get up at 5am, go to Game Fair, close up the booth at 6pm, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. Non Birding Bill came along to part of Game Fair to give me a potty break and it was interesting to get his perspective on working a booth.
How could he think this is boring? He was shocked and asked, "This is all you do on the road, answer 2 questions: What does that equation mean on binoculars and why are some pairs more expensive than others? How do you stand it?"
I told him "No, usually at a bird festival, I'll lead a field trip before working the booth." This was different, this was a hunting show. He didn't buy it. He wanted to try and nap under the table, but the constant gunfire from the firing range made that impossible. Well, that and I wouldn't let him--there's no sleeping at a trade show booth! NBB doesn't like working for me, I'm a task master.
Monday it was a KARE 11 appearance and then a long meeting at Adventure Publications. When I came home NBB said in a tempting voice, "Snakes on a Plane." I had a choice: blog? snakes on a plane? blog? snakes on a plane? As Cinnamon outed me, I opted for a date with NBB to see Snakes on a Plane.
"Snakes on a Plane" is pure fluff and highly inaccurate but a good time. I could watch Samuel L. Jackson read DVD setup instructions and still be entertained. I think the snake cam was a particularly nice touch. I actually wondered if snake experts enjoyed this movie. I mean, if this had been "Snipes on a Plane" I would have been huffing and puffing at all the blatant inaccuracies, I may not have enjoyed that movie (ie: snipes wouldn't attack people like that). If you want a movie that has its tongue planted firmly in its cheek, and you love a little Sam Jack, this is a must see. If you want to take your movie enjoyment to a another level, purchase a pack of rubber snakes and hide them in your bag. When the snakes pop out of the air masks and overhead compartment in the movie--start tossing your rubber snakes out in the audience.
Tuesday I spend the day helping a birding workshop at MS Camp. My trip there was down right comical. I didn't think it possible to get that lost in this day and age of Mapquest but the forces of travel were against me yesterday morning. First, Minnesota is infamous for similar sounding town names: Maple Grove, Maple Plain, Maple Lake, etc. So, I got off on the wrong foot with Mapquest when I entered directions for Maple Grove and I should have put in Maple Lake. So, I was in fact a little over an hour away when Mapquest led me to believe I was 38 minutes away. When I finally figured out the poor directions, I followed the hand made map provided by MS Camp...which was a little off. So I grabbed my handy Hudson Street Atlas for the Twin Cities. Wouldn't you know it, the highway I needed fell right in the corner of four different pages: ARRGH! I had to call NBB to have him help me find the highway.
I did finally get there and the original plan was to do the talk at the bird feeders around Camp Courage, but they hadn't been filled in a long time (spider webs covered some of the feeding ports). We went out to purchase some black oilers during lunch, knowing our chances of getting birds to come right away was slim, but we needed something. All the birds were catching on to my use of an iPod to get their attention and I wouldn't be able to call them in during the afternoon like I did in the morning. Right outside the camp, we found a pond with a heron and cormorant rookery. It wasn't too far, so we took the campers in their scooters and wheelchairs to the pond and saw more birds in five minutes than we would have at the whole time at the bird feeders. A young bald eagle flew over and that was a treat for the group. I tried to pick out binoculars that would be easiest for people with MS to use--eight power so it won't pick up on tremors, light weight. The most popular were Stokes Talons, Stokes Meadowlark, Vortex Viper.
And now, due to popular request (or down right demands in some cases) a photo quiz. What is the bird in this photo:
First correct answer in the comments section wins a free lens pen to clean binoculars, scopes and camera lenses.
How could he think this is boring? He was shocked and asked, "This is all you do on the road, answer 2 questions: What does that equation mean on binoculars and why are some pairs more expensive than others? How do you stand it?"
I told him "No, usually at a bird festival, I'll lead a field trip before working the booth." This was different, this was a hunting show. He didn't buy it. He wanted to try and nap under the table, but the constant gunfire from the firing range made that impossible. Well, that and I wouldn't let him--there's no sleeping at a trade show booth! NBB doesn't like working for me, I'm a task master.
Monday it was a KARE 11 appearance and then a long meeting at Adventure Publications. When I came home NBB said in a tempting voice, "Snakes on a Plane." I had a choice: blog? snakes on a plane? blog? snakes on a plane? As Cinnamon outed me, I opted for a date with NBB to see Snakes on a Plane.
"Snakes on a Plane" is pure fluff and highly inaccurate but a good time. I could watch Samuel L. Jackson read DVD setup instructions and still be entertained. I think the snake cam was a particularly nice touch. I actually wondered if snake experts enjoyed this movie. I mean, if this had been "Snipes on a Plane" I would have been huffing and puffing at all the blatant inaccuracies, I may not have enjoyed that movie (ie: snipes wouldn't attack people like that). If you want a movie that has its tongue planted firmly in its cheek, and you love a little Sam Jack, this is a must see. If you want to take your movie enjoyment to a another level, purchase a pack of rubber snakes and hide them in your bag. When the snakes pop out of the air masks and overhead compartment in the movie--start tossing your rubber snakes out in the audience.
Tuesday I spend the day helping a birding workshop at MS Camp. My trip there was down right comical. I didn't think it possible to get that lost in this day and age of Mapquest but the forces of travel were against me yesterday morning. First, Minnesota is infamous for similar sounding town names: Maple Grove, Maple Plain, Maple Lake, etc. So, I got off on the wrong foot with Mapquest when I entered directions for Maple Grove and I should have put in Maple Lake. So, I was in fact a little over an hour away when Mapquest led me to believe I was 38 minutes away. When I finally figured out the poor directions, I followed the hand made map provided by MS Camp...which was a little off. So I grabbed my handy Hudson Street Atlas for the Twin Cities. Wouldn't you know it, the highway I needed fell right in the corner of four different pages: ARRGH! I had to call NBB to have him help me find the highway.
I did finally get there and the original plan was to do the talk at the bird feeders around Camp Courage, but they hadn't been filled in a long time (spider webs covered some of the feeding ports). We went out to purchase some black oilers during lunch, knowing our chances of getting birds to come right away was slim, but we needed something. All the birds were catching on to my use of an iPod to get their attention and I wouldn't be able to call them in during the afternoon like I did in the morning. Right outside the camp, we found a pond with a heron and cormorant rookery. It wasn't too far, so we took the campers in their scooters and wheelchairs to the pond and saw more birds in five minutes than we would have at the whole time at the bird feeders. A young bald eagle flew over and that was a treat for the group. I tried to pick out binoculars that would be easiest for people with MS to use--eight power so it won't pick up on tremors, light weight. The most popular were Stokes Talons, Stokes Meadowlark, Vortex Viper.And now, due to popular request (or down right demands in some cases) a photo quiz. What is the bird in this photo:
First correct answer in the comments section wins a free lens pen to clean binoculars, scopes and camera lenses.











13 Comments:
Red Shouldered Hawk doing a little washing up?
umm....Ptarmigan?? LOL
That's a real bird? It looks like the Jiffy Pop Popcorn Version of a bird taking a bath!
Okay, my guess is a Northern Harrier.... although it's hard to guess 'cuz I'm still laughing about "Snipes On A Plane"!!!
It looks like a Harris's Hawk to me.
My guess is Swainson's Hawk...
By the way, I love reading your blog!
I sympathize with the getting lost issue. Once when trying to return home from Minneapolis, I could find no entrances to 94 east. West? No problem. So after noodling around downtown for half an hour I finally just went west and then did a loop around at the next exit I came to. That, and seeing how helpful Neil's was, made me track down one that works in a vintage Pontiac. Dogs are about as useful as rabbits at map-reading, so my shotgun passenger is of little use other than sympathetic glances.
Did you see this: Rampaging Raccoons
I can't even make a guess - other than the head, I can't quite figure out the body parts & I'm still laughing about Morgen's "Jiffy Pop" comment.
Chicken?
If not, my guess is also Harris' Hawk.
I agree with the chicken guess. And I'm not even seeing a head in the picture, maybe I'm blind. I'm totally stumped on this one.
Well I'm late to this one so all the good guesses are taken. :)
I'm going to guess that you are being sneaky and that is the peregrine-gyrfalcon hybrid from the game fair!
~Other Sharon
Oh, c'mon - that's not a fair bird quiz! I completely disapprove!! I do however approve of "Snipes on a Plane." I would pay to see that one. I am against "Moose in a Motor Home," but "Ants in the Pants" might work. Try Adam Sandler as Mr. Pants.
MapQuest got me lost once, and I called for directions. A helpful man on the phone straightened me out and when I got there, I found out he was blind. It is a sad day when a blind man gives better directions that a map service!
Re: your suggestion that peole take rubber snakes to SOAP ... I heard on the radio that some idiots took actual LIVE snakes to a showing. I can't remember where, but it might have been California.
Now, go feed your poor rabbit - in her last photo, she looks a bit gaunt. I am shipping some lovely carrot tops by Fed-Ex.
(Glad you're back.)
Kathi
Ooh, Harris' hawk! Snakes on a Plane, please. Humans on a plane: much more terrifying.I approve of getting lost in life (esp. in a date with your husband) to the point where you neglect blogging. We're not going anywhere. You go! You've been working too hard.
Copperhead Hunter
My guess is a Ferruginous Hawk?
Susy from Utah
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