Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Because of my falconry training

I'm so glad I got to meet the Black Hawk in person, skating by on actual ice skates (me, not the hawk), before his little feet got frostbitten and he was rescued by some intrepid cross country skiers.*

Noted, while walking the tundra-frozen byways of Portland the First today: some people shovel such incredibly narrow paths along their sidewalks. What do they use to do that? Tiny tiny shovels? Litter box scoops? And others are so sloppily excavated they look like they were done with frying pans (a thing I actually witnessed once, although it was a person shoveling their car out of a snowbank).

*He's doing better.

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