Count Them All

Yesterday was a standard work day, only I was battling the great Thai Hangover of 2011.  I survived.  Bed felt good at the end of the day, though.  I still haven't had an Island Bird ever since the Peregrine Falcon on my way to dinner the other night.  Oh well, they'll start pouring in any day now I reckon.  I was supposed to get my face shaved today with a straight razor, but it turns out the pro barber is on vacay, and the replacement guy can't do it.  What a bother, I have to shave myself now.

This is what my job looks like.  See all those birds?  They all have to be accounted for.  If they're not all down in the records, someone's ass will get chewed. 

This is an after work recreational activity.  The table here is quite a lot better than on the Farallones.  Keep that in mind when choosing an island to live on.

Where Is The Rage?

We continued setting up our albatross plots yesterday.  It was fun.  I got to ride my bike past the Golden Goony again.  Which was hella fun.  We were disappointed later when we tried to tune in to The Hangover 2 on the projector in our living room, but were rejected by Technology.  LIP.  I drank a whopping two beers yesterday evening, which is probably my Island High count so far (yes I feel cowardly).  Tonight is rumored to be an epic Ping Pong Battle over at the All Hands Club.  The All Hands Club is cool.  It's kind of like the Farallones Social Club, but with pool tables, ping pong, a bar, Foosball, pinball, bathrooms, etc.  Maybe I'll get the camera out and demand that people sit for black and white portraits.  Here are some more birds.  I have yet to take a single photo of a non-bird, seal, or turtle.

One of 423 Pacific Golden-plovers that call Midway home.
 

Ruddy Turnstone.  Showing nicely.

Don't Look At TPAD Today If You're Expecting Birds

Bleak.  Dreary.  Hopeless.  These words could all be used to describe yesterday on Southeast Farallon Island.  Therefore, instead of birding, ping pong was the chosen activity.  My camera didn't even venture out of doors.  Instead, I take you to the National Farallones Table Tennis Club of America.

MB (Animal) with a well placed shot.

Dan getting real with massive slam.

In other news, it's now September 30th.  Outside, I can see high overcast cloud-cover.  A gentle SE wind has been blowing all night, and there is not thick blanket of fog smothering the Island.  Things are looking Hecka Great.