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so i didn't do laundry. we all knew i wouldn't...
in fact, my house is a certified disaster area...i'm expecting FEMA any minute.
i'm sad, too, because i was really making strides in the 'grown-up, cleans her house more than twice a year right before her parents come to visit' arena...sigh. i'm destined for squalor. squalor and huge thighs...these are my curses.
but i really got on here to talk about how badly i want to be a zookeeper. i get this way every monday, after coming home from my volunteering 'thing' (i always want to call it my volunteering job, but i refuse to speak in contradictions in terms) and THEN watching the new episode of "growing up...[insert adorable baby animal here]" (tonight, it was a penguin) on animal planet...
we had to euthanize two hawks today...winter is usually slow at any wildlife rehab center because most animals are pretty lazy in winter, but apparently every jackass and their jackass mom is out there shooting poor, defenseless birds this week. i really hate people. like, pretty much almost all of them. very few exceptions. if you're reading this, you're probably one.
how could it EVER be considered fun or funny or even momentarily interesting to shoot...eck. i just lost all interest in even going into it...it makes me too angry for words.
i did get to hang out with one of the new education possums at the end of the day, though...her name is 'mama', because when she came in, she had 6 babies still in the pouch...the babies have all since been released, but mama was injured so badly that we had to amputate one of her back legs...she's a sweet girl...she's still a bit nervous around us, so it was a personal victory for me to be able to get her to sit next to me and not be freaking out...
in the past couple of months, i've been working a lot with the education raptors - primarily the barred owl and the great horned owl...and then, we've been getting a lot of injured hawks in, too...birds are really a lot more fascinating than anyone gives them credit for...i guess you don't realize it until you have a huge bird perched on your very own arm, but they are pretty amazing...especially the hawks. you don't want to fuck with a hawk. the best word i can think of to describe them is 'majestic'...that sounds so fuckin' cheesy, but it's really apt. even at their worst, when they've been hit by a car or shot, they just give you this look, like "i could still fuck you up. just gimme a shot"...i think raptors might be giving gorillas a run for their money as far as what kind of animal i want most to work closely with...
although...man, i played hooky from the rehab center last week to go to the zoo, instead...four hours to see the entire zoo and what did i do? spent half of that time watching the gorillas...one of them in particular, actually...one of the two young males...i think he likes me...he spent an awful lot of time flirting with me...i'd put my hand up on the glass and he'd do the same, and then he'd sit down right in front of me and put his forehead on the glass and i'd do the same...i could seriously sit there all day and just watch them...
more later...suddenly really sleepy...
Nat, i'm thinking about you and your boobies...and not in nearly as dirty a way as that sounds...
in fact, my house is a certified disaster area...i'm expecting FEMA any minute.
i'm sad, too, because i was really making strides in the 'grown-up, cleans her house more than twice a year right before her parents come to visit' arena...sigh. i'm destined for squalor. squalor and huge thighs...these are my curses.
but i really got on here to talk about how badly i want to be a zookeeper. i get this way every monday, after coming home from my volunteering 'thing' (i always want to call it my volunteering job, but i refuse to speak in contradictions in terms) and THEN watching the new episode of "growing up...[insert adorable baby animal here]" (tonight, it was a penguin) on animal planet...
we had to euthanize two hawks today...winter is usually slow at any wildlife rehab center because most animals are pretty lazy in winter, but apparently every jackass and their jackass mom is out there shooting poor, defenseless birds this week. i really hate people. like, pretty much almost all of them. very few exceptions. if you're reading this, you're probably one.
how could it EVER be considered fun or funny or even momentarily interesting to shoot...eck. i just lost all interest in even going into it...it makes me too angry for words.
i did get to hang out with one of the new education possums at the end of the day, though...her name is 'mama', because when she came in, she had 6 babies still in the pouch...the babies have all since been released, but mama was injured so badly that we had to amputate one of her back legs...she's a sweet girl...she's still a bit nervous around us, so it was a personal victory for me to be able to get her to sit next to me and not be freaking out...
in the past couple of months, i've been working a lot with the education raptors - primarily the barred owl and the great horned owl...and then, we've been getting a lot of injured hawks in, too...birds are really a lot more fascinating than anyone gives them credit for...i guess you don't realize it until you have a huge bird perched on your very own arm, but they are pretty amazing...especially the hawks. you don't want to fuck with a hawk. the best word i can think of to describe them is 'majestic'...that sounds so fuckin' cheesy, but it's really apt. even at their worst, when they've been hit by a car or shot, they just give you this look, like "i could still fuck you up. just gimme a shot"...i think raptors might be giving gorillas a run for their money as far as what kind of animal i want most to work closely with...
although...man, i played hooky from the rehab center last week to go to the zoo, instead...four hours to see the entire zoo and what did i do? spent half of that time watching the gorillas...one of them in particular, actually...one of the two young males...i think he likes me...he spent an awful lot of time flirting with me...i'd put my hand up on the glass and he'd do the same, and then he'd sit down right in front of me and put his forehead on the glass and i'd do the same...i could seriously sit there all day and just watch them...
more later...suddenly really sleepy...
Nat, i'm thinking about you and your boobies...and not in nearly as dirty a way as that sounds...