Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

…um. Lots, actually.

We traveled, and hosted travelers. Read much, wrote some. Geared up for the political season. Got stood up by Mayor Nagin. Toured vaunted institutions of higher education pretending to be mature so as to fool the admissions people into thinking she comes from people of class and allow her to attend.

Along the way I took nearly 1,000 photos, so they’ll have to suffice as the rest of my Vaca Essay.

We’ll start by introducing the newest member of the family:

I still miss my Zulu terribly, but there’s such a world of difference between an abused bird and a baby who’s known nothing but love and safety.

After much backing and forthing, he was dubbed “Pratchett.” (I’d already chosen Havelock Vetinari, but he’s just too sweet to be a despot.)

Somebody who doesn’t have a name yet is this little guy, 5 weeks old in this pic and safely in his breeder’s hand:

Alison also got her way, and our new Senegal should be ready to fledge in the next week or two. Baby hadn’t been sexed yet, and the saints alone know what she’ll want to name it, but I’m sure it’ll all be most interesting.

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