January 1, 1970

In the past month, on my drive home from work, I have watched 3 small mammals get consumed by great egrets. I’m fairly certain 2 were field mice (Peromyscus spp.) and one was a vole (Microtus spp.). It amazes me that I can be zipping by at 55 mph and see this little drama play out. It is intense: a cute fuzzy thing with flailing limbs, wriggling for its life in the bright yellow beak of an elegant, serene bird. I never get to see how it ends, but I have a good idea. I’ve had my hand in the beak of a similar bird a few times, and it always ended with several layers of skin neatly removed from said hand, and much profanity on my part. I’ve got the scars to prove it. I have a feeling the little guys aren’t getting away with just scars.

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19691231 16513 So apparently Austin is on the other side of the world. It takes 20+ hours to get there from California. I am right now sitting in the Denver
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19691231 16521 Molly is hosting a panel discussion at SXSW which I will be attending. It is one of the many things I’m looking forward to in Austin; right up there