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“O what was that bird, said horror to hearer?”

So I just saw an eagle.  I believe it’s only the second one that I’ve seen in my life.  (I went through an embarrassing phase upon arriving in Virginia in which I thought all those vultures were eagles, but I got over that.)

It looked truly enormous, even from a distance — much larger, I think, than the eagles I’ve seen in Youtube videos; I’m not sure what the story there is.

This comes a day after a veritably massive heron took me off guard, too.  (It was like a pterodactyl.  It buzzed me like Maverick buzzes the tower in Top Gun.)

I keep trying to get pictures for you guys; I’d love to run photos here.  But I’m always too clumsy in grabbing, pointing and shoot my camera.  (I need to practice drawing and shooting really quickly, like maybe one of those Westworld robots.)

After my vain attempt to get a shot of tonight’s eagle, it occurred to me that if I knew where it nested, I could at least keep my eye out.  So started eyeballing the treelines in my neighborhood.  I might have looked funny, because I had to squint, because my eyes aren’t what they used to be, and I’ve been told that I look “grudgy” when I squint, like I’m “looking for revenge or something.”  So I probably look like a lunatic walking around now, vengefully squinting upward, like a dude just waiting for the Martians to attack again so he can finally fight back.

My neighbors think I’m weird enough.  I can tell by the questions they ask me.

I’ll keep you guys posted.

 

 

(Maybe it was a Klingon Bird of Prey.)

You see that bird?  That’s some kind of hawk or falcon.

I can’t be sure what kind.  As you can see, the picture admittedly isn’t all that great.  It had spots on its belly, but there are actually a bunch of birds of prey that have that trait.

I thought it was nifty.

 

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Warmest regards.

I know this is perfectly strange (look who you’re talking to), but I have never once checked a day’s temperature in my life. I’ll check whether it’s going to rain, sure. But when it comes to the temperature, I’ve always relied on just sticking my head outside to “see what it’s like out.”

Anyway … the past few months have been bizarrely warm. A warm September doesn’t faze me much, because sometimes Septembers are like that.

But it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt out this past Halloween, wasn’t it? And maybe even shorts, depending on what you find comfortable?

Throughout December, my fellow Roanokers occasionally commented that it was like spring out. And I absolutely cannot remember a Christmas that was more unseasonably warm.

It is the evening of January 11, and it was too warm after nightfall tonight to wear a winter jacket. Even a heavy sweatshirt might have been pushing it. A light rain has cooled this evening somewhat as we are arriving now at 7 PM, which makes a jacket okay, I guess.

This post isn’t intended as a commentary on climate change or anything. I’m just saying the situation is pretty damn weird, that’s all.

 

 

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I’m making a grave statement here.

(Nah, just having a little more fun with photo filters.  These are edited shots of Fair View Cemetery in Roanoke, December 2019.)

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Fair View Cemetery, Roanoke, Virginia

December 2019.

I toured Fair View Cemetery by my friend’s house in northwest Roanoke just around twilight, which made for a couple of interesting shots.  The cemetery occupies a sweeping, broad hill.  It was established in 1890 and actually includes the grave of Confederate States of America Congressman (Waller Redd Staples).

 

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A new Thanksgiving friend.

He goes by the name of Jasper, and he’s one mellow rabbit. He was one of my (quite gracious) hosts for Thanksgiving dinner today in the vicinity of Roanoke. Seriously, this guy is chill. He lets all sorts of visitors pick him up and pet him. He has two siblings — one cat and one dog — and I’m told he chases them around the house.

 

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