Quails and hippy-ville!
I'm heading down to Eugene this weekend for the Country Fair, and perhaps a small measure of couch-surfing as well.
And in completely unrelated news, I have decided that one of my favorite things about the old, overgrown logging road in Scappoose are the family of quail that reside amongst the brambles down near the river/slough. I love the way they can sprint at full speed without hardly moving their bodies. It's just a blur of tiny little legs propelling an indignant looking bird; the motion is so fluid that if I didn't know better I would swear that they were using roller skates.
Namaste,
Jacki
And in completely unrelated news, I have decided that one of my favorite things about the old, overgrown logging road in Scappoose are the family of quail that reside amongst the brambles down near the river/slough. I love the way they can sprint at full speed without hardly moving their bodies. It's just a blur of tiny little legs propelling an indignant looking bird; the motion is so fluid that if I didn't know better I would swear that they were using roller skates.
Namaste,
Jacki