Photo One – the male attempts to catch the female’s interest by showing her how well he can roll over and scratch his back on the ground
Photo Two – the female looks at the male and wonders how they can to be the dominant sex in the world
Photo Three – the female heads out to find something more interesting to do than watch a male posture
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Here is what Malala Yousafzai said on her 16th birthday while addressing a youth conference at the UN. “Let us pick up our books and our pens. They are our most powerful weapons. One child, one teacher, one book and one pen can change the world. Education is the only solution. Education first.”
For those of you not familiar with Malala, this was the 16th birthday that she was not supposed to have. This was the 16th birthday the Taliban did their best to take from her by climbing onto her school bus and shooting her at point blank range
Momma needs an easy year. Hasn’t had one since your last run for office. So run, Sarah. Run. I won’t have to scratch my head to think of a column topic for so long as you’re out there explaining where Russia is.
When we get baby birds in at Bird TLC, one of the cardinal rules we follow is to not let the birds imprint on us so that when we set them free, they are still wild and afraid of people… a must if they are to survive. But this year we got in a baby eagle who fell from the nest and broke its wing. It will never fly well enough to be releasable and so is destined to a life as an education bird. This means that we are actually encouraged to get the eagle to imprint on us
I am not, to put it mildly, a sun person. I am barely holding on, gripping sanity by my fingertips, waiting for the first frost. I want to sit in my office and not have mosquitoes buzzing around my head. I want to go to sleep under piles of blankets enjoying the warmth of my dogs surrounding me instead of wanting to throw the sheets back and scream in sweaty frustration.
I did not move to Alaska to be this hot. So stop it. Do you hear me, stop it!
A banker at WF talked me into doing something that he said would eliminate monthly fees for my personal and business checking and saving accounts. But the monthly fees kept coming. And calls to my local branch were never answered. Finally got through to the 800 number. They informed me the application was never completed. Interesting since it was the banker doing the app. When I asked about the three years of fees that I should not have been receiving had their banker done his work, they informed me with great joy that they would reimburse me for the past
May it rot in hell. More tomorrow when I can breathe more easily and not want to run screaming naked through the headquarters screaming “Die you scumbag bankers. Die.”
What a pleasure to talk to someone from North Rim Bank instead.
I am boycotting the outdoors until every single lousy stinking friggin’ mosquito is dead. DEAD! So don’t even ask if I want to eat outside or go for a walk. Not happening.
Every once in a while we get a bird into Bird TLC whose story causes me to shudder. I understand the every day vicissitudes of life as a wild creature. Other creatures prey on you. Your misfortune is their dinner. Your successful fight for food might mean another doesn’t get enough. Life in the wild is certainly not a Disney movie. Bears and deer don’t sing and frolic together.
But this past week we admitted a baby gull with a swollen leg. His leg was swollen because he was rescued from a boy who was beating his leg with a
He was in Alaska. My great land has been sullied with orange spray tan. I only hope we can cleanse ourselves before we too turn orange.