More fall migrants; also, what I have been doing instead of writing my novel

[pameladean]

Yesterday morning I looked out my bedroom window and saw a kinglet walking up the trunk of the hackberry.  I did not know that they did that.  I've mostly seen them fluttering at branch-tips.  It was poking its beak into the bark.  Eventually it turned so that I could see its head, with the eye-ring, so I knew that it was a ruby-crowned kinglet.  A moment later another one flew onto the tree trunk as well; but when it finally turned in profile,I saw that it had no eye-ring, but rather had stripes.  It was a golden-crowned kinglet.  This afternoon, I saw another small bird walking up the trunk of the tree, and thought, Oh, another kinglet.  But it had a yellow underside.  After a lot of staring at the bird and staring at Sibley and staring at the maps in Sibley, I believe it to have been a female Wilson's warbler.

This is particularly pleasing because in 1995 Raphael and I visited the Sonora Desert Museum near Tucson.  We were watching a demonstration of a great gray owl.  I was astonished that the owl was even awake in the blazing desert afternoon, and disconcerted because just as the lecture proper was beginning, the owl swivelled its head and fixed its eyes right on me.  The docent looked at me too, interrupted herself, and said, "Excuse me, but this is more interesting than my lecture.  There's a female Wilson's warbler sitting on your hat."  The hat still has a faint stain on it from the warbler's sojourn there, and I have never forgotten being looked at that way by the owl.

Things I Have Been Doing Instead of Writing My Novel

Going for long walks
Thinking about Mike
Trying to write a 500-word "appreciation" of Mike for Locus
Putting a lamp together
Thinking about Mike
Having lunch at Rice Paper with elisem and mrissa, at the excellent instigation of the latter
Watchijng "News Radio" with Raphael
Swapping bird stories with my brother
Playing with my new camera, an early Christmas present from David
Thinking about Mike
Rereading Cherry's Foreigner books
Making fish chowder
Doing lots of laundry
Thinking about Mike

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Comments

[pameladean]

I think it goes better on DVDs than with all the noise of advertisements; half-hour shows particularly often do.

It's sometimes a little ruthless for my tastes, but the cast is so hilarious and the mix of slapstick and higher forms of comedy so lovely. Besides, it has splendid geek values. And a Midwesterner.

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

A real Midwesterner, too, not the Hollywood stereotype thereof. Probably because the actor is Canadian and knows Upper Midwestern from a hole in the ground.