or better still, throw them in the river and start living again.
i despise my eye phone. I try to tell Siri about it, and all Siri can tell me is she’s sorry and doesn’t t understand was go fuck yourself means. Siri must be a dumbass is all I can say.
This is Bella. She’s 10 months old. She’s already met Teddy from next door but isn’t too sure about him yet. I haven’t heard her bark yet, and right now she’s exploring the house.
Neil Young, Only Love Can Break Your Heart
An Encounter on the RR Tracks
It’s a true story to be told.
There were heavy winds last night, so the water was too choppy for us to explore Lake Monticello and find those missing purple martins. But here’s a picture of the sky above Lake Moultrie, where we did manage to see another sizable roost.
It’s time for me to hand over the reigns of NPR On The Road, but you can follow the conclusion of #purplemartinquest over at NPR’s science tumblr, Skunk Bear (we’re still planning to visit Lake Monticello tonight). And keep an eye out for the video we’ll be making about our search.
Missing Martins and pictures above Lake Moultrie.
Just over half way through this one. If you think you have problems, it’s a good reminder that you probably really don’t have problems.