World Bird Sanctuary

I’m back. Well, most of me is back. The mosquitoes took their chunk and then some. You know that friend who can attract every blood-sucking insect in a field? Well, that’s me. So, as I mentioned, before… the World Bird Sanctuary in Valley Park, Missouri is home to a number of rescue birds. They would

Heading for the Hills

Happy 4th of July, everyone! This year, in true introvert fashion, I’ll be skipping the noise, the crowds, and the charred meat and heading for the World Bird Sanctuary in beautiful Outside Saint Louis, Missouri. (Valley Park, to be precise.) The goal? To see an American Bald Eagle up close and personal. The World Bird

And the Ashfall Fossil Beds…

Somewhere in the northern part of Nebraska… nestled between grass-covered hills… is a prehistoric watering hole where animals caught in a super volcano were fossilized.  The site is far enough away from the volcano, itself that death wasn’t instant. They died over the course of weeks after the eruption. This is a working dig site,

I Went For a Walk In the Woods

I went for a walk in the woods (Fontenelle Forest, to be precise) and a quick visit to the connected raptor rescue, where they rehabilitate birds of prey. (Just birds of prey. Not ducks. Not woodpeckers. Birds of Prey) They also house a number of birds which would not be able to survive in the

In the Dark of the Eclipse

In a couple of weeks, we are having an eclipse. A full, stars come out in the daytime, drama queen of an eclipse, and we’ve been advised to prepare for it the way we’d prepare for a blizzard. Well, in a stock-up on groceries and other necessaries kind of way, not necessarily a haul out

Greetings From the Land of the Two-Headed Calf

So, on the way home from Colorado, I wandered into the schlock shop of my youth to see an old friend. (Well, okay… I wanted to check for seams, now that I’m an adult.) ‘Imagine my shock, when I found him under glass! I remember him standing proud on a ledge overlooking the jackalope skins

The Really Long Conference Post

So, Pike’s Peak… Let me be honest. I did not feel good the entire time I was in Colorado Springs. Thin air, altitude, kreb’s cycle… maybe I even caught actual germs… whatever it was, I was at less than my conference-going best. I spent a couple of hours in classes really more intended for thriller

Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference Day One

I’m going to admit I hit drained pretty early yesterday. I don’t know whether it’s the change in the altitude, or my own shift from my regular schedule to… uhm… normal human being hours and then on to mountain time. Or… quite frankly… the fact of being surrounded by people wearing my allergens (perfume, cologne,

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