Goodbye, cruel world...

...I'm off to join the circus.

Will be heading off to Portland after breakfast.  We shall see what manner of madness this produces.  Or, as Dortmunder asked, "What's the worst that can happen?"

Bad day for porcupines (substitute Sunday Roadkill Report)

We must have passed twenty-thirty porcupine corpses by the roadside, driving down to Portland and back.  This, compared to a couple each of woodchucks, raccoons, and foxes, and what looked like bits of one deer.  Wife suggests that the scavengers remove the other stuff preferentially, rather than argue with quills that still work even when the owner lies dead and squashed...

Not-roadkill, I've spotted six or eight osprey nests in that run, over the years.  Several of them had visible ospreys on top.

Good to see a few people at the Festival, have faces to attach to online names.  I don't think I screwed up too badly, and if I did, I'll blame it on the allergies.