I’ve been extremely busy. Sorry. I am swamped with school work and it’s very stressful. Not to mention I have to figure out what I’m doing with my life. I still haven’t heard from Purdue or Hunter. I got a call from a visiting vet who was interested in my resume on Monster. He called me, and ever since we’ve been playing phone tag. I’ve given him times to call me back and he hasn’t. I just hope he didn’t hire someone else.
I’m thinking if I really like this job offer but I get into school somewhere I might defer school for a year and work in CT where this visiting vet is. It depends on how much money the school is giving me and how much money the vet would give me.
On a lighter note I’ve been seeing these amazing birds. Harlequin Ducks, Great and Double Crested Cormorants, Piping Plovers, Killdeer, Red Bellied Woodpeckers, a Short Eared Owl (flies like a moth, that’s for sure), Eastern Bluebirds (my pride and joy), and a Pileated Woodpecker which was quite a find for eastern Mass. We saw a few Great Egrets and a Blue Heron the other day, as well as lots of Osprey, Turkey Vultures, and a Cooper’s Hawk. The most exciting were the Harlequin Ducks by far, I bet no artist could copy their intricate pattern perfectly. I took the pictures of the Harlequin Ducks and the Great Cormorant myself. 
Two males on the right in full alternate (breeding) plumage and two females on the left.
A male Great Cormorant in full alternate plumage.
And here’s what a Pileated Woodpecker looks like.
A male Pileated
But these little birds blew me away. I couldn’t believe the beautiful sight I was seeing, and while we’ve all probably seen them before, their sad, sweet song drew me in like it had a rope tied around my waist and hand over hand dragging me along. My heart thumped as I watched them flit from branch to branch, responding to the tape that we played for them to come closer, but never too close. And when we stopped the tape as to not confuse it or torture it any longer, it puffed itself up with pride and flew to a lower branch, looking around and sticking its chest out, for it had thought it won, it thought it had chased off the territory stealing male. These creatures, full of story in just their flight patterns, in just their song, are none other than the Eastern Bluebirds. Little babies, teeny sweethearts that are so territorial they will take a House Sparrow’s home out from under its feet. My little loves, what I wait all winter for, to see these blue beauties, and to hear their song while the sun beams in on my face and chest. I love you, sweet creatures from the hands of God.
A male Eastern Bluebird in full alternate plumage.
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