Why I dislike ornithology
As D. and I strolled past the duck pond this afternoon by the paired mallards, it ocurred to me why I disliked birding so much as a small child. I explained that the green shiny male mallard was chattering at the canada goose to “leave off his wife” as the goose ‘goosed’ (literally! he bit … Continue reading
Most Depressing Activity EVER
Yesterday, on the first day of exams, I decided to reward myself for being moderately productive on my English paper and go shopping. I had in my possession a check for Cape Henry blood-money, a check which I intended to cash immediately and with not a little spite at the way I’d been treated after … Continue reading
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