Data Will Slowly Kill You

Had to do a few hours of data entry today.  For lack of anything better to do.  I started nodding off by the end.  This is a common data entry induced side effect for me.  After work, I went out by the runway where bird counters Diana and Kirstin found six Short-eared Owls on Christmas Day for the CBC.  All of them were there.  Sick.  They're hella hard to raph though, because they flush so easily.  Hopefully the photos will get a little better each time I go out.  By the time I leave I'll have something good.  There is an airplane tonight.  We will be losing some bird counters and gaining some complete strangers.  Should be fun...  Ima go to Brooks now and drank on something.

The cream of my Short-eared Owl crop.  It's sub-par at best.

ID all nine correctly and win a prize.  BTW, for a better look, right click the photo and open on a new tab.  You can zoom in hella.

No Gooneys Were Harmed For The Making Of This Holiday

I started Thanksgiving off by watching White Christmas.  It was the classiest Thanksgiving morning in recent memory.  Then I filled myself to bursting at the massive feast.  Shit was off the hook.  I was groaning in my chair for an hour, drunk on wine, until I demanded that everyone go snorkeling.  Most were too deep in food comas to comply, but five of us squeezed into wet-suits and headed down to the cargo pier to check out turtles, fish and sharks.  It was sick.  The rest of the day was chill and uneventful.  Actually I barely remember it.

I could relate to this Northern Shoveler as I was shoveling gobs of turkey and beef into my mouth.

The Midway Thanksgiving Table.