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Jan. 11th, 2021 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynI have been having too many days lately that ended in utter exhaustion when I have not done anything physically outstanding. I'm reverting back to the tactic I found worked for me after the Disaster Mental Health guy talked to me and sent me home post-ten straight days of Red Cross work for 9/11: if I find that I am too wiped to complete a relatively simple familiar task, such as a Bejeweled game or a Duolingo lesson in Italian, without my brain going to pieces, then I stop seeking out news for the day. Deal with whatever comes in my email, because I am on way too many OUTRAGE!!!! mailing lists, but don't go to news web sites and don't read the paper other than local news and maybe the Tech or comics section. Resume news reading tomorrow.
That being said, on Saturday I was bird watching down by the harbor when a couple on their way home from the local $SOCIAL_ESTABLISHMENT asked if I had seen any bald eagles. Apparently one's been spotted recently in the vicinity of the part of town nearest to Logan. We have bald eagles in Mass., but I've never seen one south of the Lawrence area*. I've gone down that way twice now. No sign of an eagle, but so far I've seen a Cooper's hawk, another raptor that I'm almost sure was a Northern Harrier, and several goldeneyes. The duck, not the EMP weapon from the James Bond movie. So the detour's been worth it.
*Mostly I've seen them during flying lessons. Which is kind of awesome, realizing that you are literally looking down on an eagle in flight, but also leads to a level of extra special terror the first time your flight instructor says it's okay to fly through the small cloud ahead of you so long as he's prepared to grab the controls, because if your brain is at all like mine you are then beset with the mental image of having to inform the FAA, the NTSB, and the Wildlife Service that you flew through a cloud and hit a bald eagle.
That being said, on Saturday I was bird watching down by the harbor when a couple on their way home from the local $SOCIAL_ESTABLISHMENT asked if I had seen any bald eagles. Apparently one's been spotted recently in the vicinity of the part of town nearest to Logan. We have bald eagles in Mass., but I've never seen one south of the Lawrence area*. I've gone down that way twice now. No sign of an eagle, but so far I've seen a Cooper's hawk, another raptor that I'm almost sure was a Northern Harrier, and several goldeneyes. The duck, not the EMP weapon from the James Bond movie. So the detour's been worth it.
*Mostly I've seen them during flying lessons. Which is kind of awesome, realizing that you are literally looking down on an eagle in flight, but also leads to a level of extra special terror the first time your flight instructor says it's okay to fly through the small cloud ahead of you so long as he's prepared to grab the controls, because if your brain is at all like mine you are then beset with the mental image of having to inform the FAA, the NTSB, and the Wildlife Service that you flew through a cloud and hit a bald eagle.
