Fledgling crows, actually. Well really more like juveniles at this point. But nobody wants to click on anything labeled "fucking juvenile" unless they want the feds banging on their door at 2am and ransacking closets and raiding laptops in front of their spouse. (Keeping it gender neutral here so all identities can feel included in the allusion to profiling of users of underaged pornography.)
This post's written content is not G-rated. Sorry, should I have mentioned that earlier? That's about as crass and vulgar as I'm gonna get, though. At least... I think it is. We're only at the beginning of the blog and realistically with the mood I'm in this beast could go anywhere, even the gutter. Feel free to skip ahead to the photos if you want. Most people do.
For those of you sticking around for the raunch, be advised. It's like whale-watching, and there are no guaranteed sightings.
Now that I've created this great expectation of trashy writing, allow me to deflate that expectation with some environmental heartache and heartbreak. Today's foul mood is brought to you by the number 2620, as in 2620 Road Fire at the edge of my beloved Olympic National Forest, currently just under 400 acres and 8% contained per InciWeb.
I tromped and trekked a good 50 miles in that wilderness this past summer, slept on that peninsula at least 15 nights this year. I constantly hear about beautiful places burning, burning, burning, and I've felt the sorrow and despair, but none of these places have been my places. The Olympic Peninsula is a second home, and the idea of even the smallest part of it in peril instills the urge to fling open the window and wail helpless howls into the night. I won't, of course, because I don't want cops banging on my door at 2am like they did to the chump mentioned above.
Second tragedy is the neighborhood trees. A whole block of trees sprouting suckers low on their trunks. Suddenly. Different kinds of trees, too. Like they know something is up. Or like their roots aren't finding enough groundwater. They're stressed, and they're trying to compensate. Does anyone else see this? Is anyone else bothered?? The neighborhood trees are also my home. A vital part of it. If something is wrong with them, something is wrong with us.
Ecological crisis has made it to my backyard and torched the bliss of my ignorance.
On the plus side, these are some of the most beautiful fucking baby crow photos I've taken in my whole damn life.
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A lot of the fire danger today is a consequence of a century of zero-tolerance wildfire policy leading to overgrown forests full of fuel and unhealthy trees. Then we get infernos that consume everything in their path. We had a presenter at the library discussing the differences between our forests now and what were likely the natural forests of the 1700s, and advised forest management toward that end for property owners.
True dat. Forests are supposed to burn to some extent. Some plants even need fire as part of their reproductive cycle. And charcoal changes soil acidity, I think.
The Wild Podcast has a recent episode about how selective logging is done in the redwood forest to improve the ecology of the forest floor. As it turns out, forests need pruning, and western "preservation" methods that excluded native cultures from cutting down trees were more damaging long term.
Yes, he is very handsome Pipi!
Isn't he?? 😍Cute curious eyes.
The look in his eyes said what are you doing, I was curious😂
Curious babies!!
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Sorry, I burst out laughing. Like today, you know what happened to me? Someone posted in a WhatsApp status a girl with a hot air balloon talking to someone who was recording her with a camera, of course, logically, we were watching it thanks to that person... but it turns out that the girl forgot to unmoor herself 😬 a wind came and... look, literally flew into the balloon. A real thing... oh sorry. I feel like my conscience is cracking for laughing at that. I can't explain it to you. I... LMAO... and then, sorry, sorry... and laughter and more laughter. I couldn't take it. Am I a bad person? No lo sé Rick... 😁
Wait, what happened? She didn't die did she? Because that would make you a very bad person for laughing AND telling me you were laughing about it. 😆
Very bad.
Hey, well, I didn't see her die. I just saw her fly. I asked my best friend:
-Tell me the truth, tell me if this makes you laugh.
And she answered me:
-Yes. It makes me laugh. But a clear conscience, it was well secured by the waist...
We can laugh without guilt.
(She knows me very well, that was our dialogue). 🤷♀
So but what happened though? The balloon flew off and took her with it?
I suppose ultimately it doesn't really matter if you laugh even if she did die; it won't make any difference on the outcome of the incident. Neither will the guilt. 😉
As far as I could see the balloon was tethered. Do you want to see it? Wait. Woman, don't be like that, have mercy on me.
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Maybe it's an AI-generated video.
I just found the video with one of those facial recognition add-ons.
She didn't fall inside the balloon, she went right into the outer fabric of the balloon, with the impact the balloon's fabric covered her, then I saw her fly again... oh my goodness, I can't stop laughing. 😂 ¡Perdóname Universo!
😂 that's like... straight out of a warner bros cartoon!