I Eat Sibley For Breakfast


Part of my plan for coming to Indianapolis was a surprise 70th birthday party for my mom. My brothers and sisters got the party set up while mom and I were at the workshop. My sister Robin had someone make a cake in the shape of Mom's favorite books (above). One of the books included was the Sibley guide.

When the party was over, I asked if I could eat Sibley...which now as I type this sounds really, really weird and I feel like I need to take a shower. Anyway, Mom obliged.


About as heavy in the stomach as it is in the field.