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It was hot.. but not blazing


He didn't know I was watching:


The Frigates flew over head like stealth bombers in the sky...


The males where saucedacious.


We drove to the bar on the other side of the island, and saved a tortise:


We did our handfasting...


Margaritas are better on the cliff of a Caribbean jungle...


The night closed with a tropical storm. Slicing the sky with lightening:


Our Hand Fasting song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtIeH_J-SiI&feature=fvst

Piper had a surprise this morning...


He was a new father:


His mate, Fawn, was not up to a photo shoot today. So far they have been excited to the point of exhaustion. The entire colony here at the house, has been a buzz of activity. :)

He's going to be four weeks old on Friday this week. Miss Rogers can't believe he's still alive, and better yet, thriving.

He may be cantankerous, but I love him.

It's been a little while since I've had a baby barn owl for Socrates to help me with. So I went and found a set of pictures to look at again, and thought I'd share.

He always thinks they are "our" babies. And he never eats his own mouse until it's full and sleeping. Makes it easier on me too.. less mice to fillet.

BOO!


He killed a mouse in the bathroom last night. lol!
/clap

This is Edward.


He is a cattle egret; hatched last Friday night. He had a hard time out of the egg... we talked back and forth through the pip hole in the shell. It gave him the security of knowing that he was expected.

He's doing well now. His begging sounds, though really soft sounding, bring me right to him. He relaxes when I'm near him. I think he does the same for me.

Little Forest is a boy.. he's strong and doesn't know the difference between himself and pigeons:

...Ahh yes, the Mookees. They seem a bit oblivious, like lambs frolicking with lions.



( So it begins... )

I've had a couple new babies as homework lately. In the middle of it all is Socrates... the water (fowl) owl.



But there's a new baby that everyone wanted to put down. I asked for an extension and agreed to do it if she was suffering too much after that...

( Projects )

You guys made me feel better. :)
It won't take it away.. but it helped a lot.

Socrates came home with me today. It always feels nice having him around. He's on the cabinets asleep right now. Earlier today we sat out at the creek with the kitties. My Mookee pigeons (a really neat breed) were flying and following us around while Terra Grackle rang phone sounds in his cage on the terrace. I'm glad to have the ones who want to be around me. It's comforting.

PS: New Orleans was enchanting as usual. I missed it.

I got divorce for my birthday present! :D

I came back from a trip with my mom in NO.. and was told that it was, "so NICE when I was gone... he wanted to keep it that way..."

(I've cried for what seems like forever. but... whatever)

Saturday we all went out to the country with 37 hawks and owls ready to be released. There has been a documentary being filmed by a very prominent photo journalist who came along for the ride.

I released a few guys.. but this one in particular was special.

His name is Dante:


He was found caught in a barbed wire fence, and had struggled so long that he badly bruised his wing, and implanted the wire into his neck and shoulder. We weren't sure he'd make it.


He picked up very nicely and began hunting as would the others.
His call was enchanting.


Now he returns to the wild...


And we... were amazed. XD

This last picture... Jess and I were pretending to be Mel Gibson looking aloof.

My god, I love this bird.

So I heard a clanking noise. A bit repetitive, sort of metallic. What the hell? Apon further investigation...



Socrates had found the glorious cat water.
He then commenced to dry on top of the lamp, where it was warm:



I gave him a mouse afterward.
I suppose this is only something a mother would think is cute. *slaps own face*

Oh well:

I just thought these where adorable/hysterical!
Plush Giant Microbes

The season is about to come around. :)

Oh the doctor told me...
Not good.

Well, there are a few things left unsaid...
Like the paintings I made during this time:



I used to ride to her house in the middle of the night. We'd create or just speak in rhythms of our own completions that would turn to compilations. We'd pretend it was all an instance. One of those of which was indifferent to everything else. And it was.

There was a time we'd float above every other thought. Above every other exaggeration. In between all the things we were supposed to behold as real. Invisible. No one could hurt us anymore. And in this, we were empowered; in a reluctant, nearly suicidal state. I always put her in front of me...



We were a fountain of life.
Something to be withheld.



Who would have known?