with help from the lone pine field guide, Birds of Northern California
I went to the lagoon today and boy am i glad that I did. There was a Ring Necked Duck with her babies, three western pond turtles on a log in the sun and one in the water, and a statuesque great blue heron!
I told a little boy that if you look sometimes you can see fish in the lagoon. "I don't see any fish," he said, frowning. He then suggested that "...maybe somebody caught them so they could break them open and get their nuggets." "Their nuggets?" I said. The future of California wildlife conservation looks grim, especially since now there are nuggets to be had.
I didn't get to leave the lagoon when i wanted because the exit was blocked by goats (sighting number 4, five adorable newborn baby goats). The goat farmers who rent out the goats had come to collect them and send them on a slow boat to Palo Alto. The whole goat-rounding-up process was pretty standard, except for a few things:
1. baby goats sound unnervingly like baby people
2. the dog they use to help with the round-up wanted very badly to eat the newborn baby goats, and was being yelled at quite a lot by the goat farmers (sighting number 5, rabid goat-herding dog?)
3. a girl in the goat farmer family, about our age, was clearly sick of the goat business and wanted out bad. All the glamour has gone out of it for her. She kept telling the goats to "shut-up," and strangely they did not listen, them being goats and not able to understand her desire to put all the 4H ribbons behind her and just go to fucking csu long beach already.
I told a little boy that if you look sometimes you can see fish in the lagoon. "I don't see any fish," he said, frowning. He then suggested that "...maybe somebody caught them so they could break them open and get their nuggets." "Their nuggets?" I said. The future of California wildlife conservation looks grim, especially since now there are nuggets to be had.
I didn't get to leave the lagoon when i wanted because the exit was blocked by goats (sighting number 4, five adorable newborn baby goats). The goat farmers who rent out the goats had come to collect them and send them on a slow boat to Palo Alto. The whole goat-rounding-up process was pretty standard, except for a few things:
1. baby goats sound unnervingly like baby people
2. the dog they use to help with the round-up wanted very badly to eat the newborn baby goats, and was being yelled at quite a lot by the goat farmers (sighting number 5, rabid goat-herding dog?)
3. a girl in the goat farmer family, about our age, was clearly sick of the goat business and wanted out bad. All the glamour has gone out of it for her. She kept telling the goats to "shut-up," and strangely they did not listen, them being goats and not able to understand her desire to put all the 4H ribbons behind her and just go to fucking csu long beach already.