May 2012

Put a bird on it

Two blog posts in one month?? Someone alert the authorities!

Earlier this month Greta and I participated in RIT's 2012 Big Shot. Although it was definitely past Greta's bedtime on a school night, I couldn't resist bringing her to the help make history at her favorite place: Seabreeze. There was a bit lost in translation and she was bent out of shape that she was "not even in the picture" and that she couldn't ride the rides, but she'll appreciate it someday...maybe...I hope. Here is more info about this year's Big Shot, and here is the end result. We help light the flume ride!

I'm slightly obsessed with a heron cam at Sapsucker Woods and Cornell's Lab of Ornithology. We went out to see the heron nest about a month ago, before the eggs hatched, and it was fairly anticlimactic yet exciting, if that makes any sense. We really didn't see much except the dad heron bring a few sticks to the mom heron. At this point there are five heron chicks that are basically teenagers, so on Saturday we headed back to check on them. I wasn't expecting a whole lot, but we were able to clearly see the chicks from a telescope from the lab, and we were also able to see the dad hunting at a far edge of the pond. Pat and Greta were inside the lab, and I decided to head out by myself. I was absolutely shocked when I walked out to this little area next to the pond and the mom heron was 15 feet in front of me. We had a lovely, uninterrupted couple minutes of quality time, and I was so honored by her presence.

Here she is. I'm said to say I didn't bring my SLR this trip, so this is what I could do with my camera phone.

Here she flew off to the nest to regurgitate some fish for the chicks.

Greta was pretty lukewarm about the whole heron thing last time, but this time I dare say she embraced it.

Greta is the hippest six-year-old I know, but occasionally she lets her nerd flag fly. Binoculars: check. Camera: check. Woot T-shirt: check.

After the trip to the woods we went on a hike at Buttermilk Falls. We had a fantastic time hiking, wading in the water, and all three of us even found fossils!

Don't mind the fact that Greta's bathing suit is basically flesh colored. It was neon yellow when we bought it before our New Orleans trip, but after the RIT pools every week and subsequent washings it has become a lovely shade of jaundice.

After Buttermilk Falls, we went to Moosewood for dinner and walked around the Commons a bit.

We had such a wonderful Saturday we had to punish ourselves by doing several hours of yard work on Sunday.

That's a lotta mulch...and dirt.

In case you're wondering where the blog post title came from, it's a reference to one of my recent favorite shows on TV, Portlandia. Put. A. Bird. On. It.

Fran

Don't call it a comeback

File under: New Orleans | travel

I've been here for years.

Sorry for the six-month hiatus. Pat and I are crazy workaholics, and rather than sit in front of a computer any more than I already do, I've been opting to do pretty much anything else.

Things I've done in the last six months that don't have anything to do with work:

  • Started running
  • Quit running
  • Started doing Zumba
  • Celebrated Greta's sixth birthday
  • Took a family trip to New Orleans
  • Became obsessed with birds. These, specifically.

 

Hmm, that doesn't really sound like much. You'll have to take my word for it that I've been unnaturally busy.

Here are some of my favorite pictures from the New Orleans trip.

Greta contemplating the mighty Mississippi.

Beignets from Cafe du Monde. (So good.)

At the New Orleans Audubon Aquarium. These Moray eels thought Greta looked mighty tasty.

At the Audubon Aquarium. Camo fish (not its real name).

We went to the Audubon Insectarium, which was my favorite activity in New Orleans. As we were leaving they offered us some chocolate chip and bug cookies. Greta and I wanted nothing to do with them.

But Pat took one for team Reed and ate both.

We spent a wonderful day at the zoo, where we made some new friends and enjoyed the scenery.

One night we ventured to Bourbon Street and had some raw oysters. Here Greta is being silly outside the restaurant.

Hopefully this update was better than a stick in the eye.

Fran