Go see more at Interspeche Snorglathon ’08. (That’s cute-overload-speak for “interspecies snuggling.”)
Last evening Jeremy spotted an injured cedar waxwing (Bombycilla cedrorum) outside my building. Today I took it in to the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center of Minnesota, which happens to be conveniently located in Roseville’s Central Park just a few miles away. Cedar waxwings are one of my favorite birds. I hope it will heal soon.
After I dropped it off, I went across the street to the Muriel Sahlin Arboretum, a small horticultural area of 8 acres. There I saw my first daffodils and ducklings of the season.
It’s a beautiful 77 degree day with sun and a breeze. St. Louis was always so still. Here it seems to be always windy.
This blast from the past is from 1982 or 1983. I would have been about 8 or 9 and Michelle 10 or 11.
On the left is my wonderful mother (Hi Mummy!) and on the right is her mother, my Busha, who passed away last September.
Now I’m off to bowl with my Mom, a recently-added Sunday morning tradition.
Missouri, you know I love you—you have so much to offer. But you have to work on your advertising.
Even so, I will be visiting Missouri end of May—YAY!
Actually, Jeremy and I went to the Underwater Adventures Aquarium where I posed for this photo op.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
—Carl Sagan
