I have done nothing so far this week. Well, that’s not exactly true. No sewing. And everything I have done is super boring and annoying, and no, I can’t be more explicit than that because I’m stupidly superstitious.
Tomorrow will probably be more boring nothingness, because I need to do my books so we can do our taxes. Joy.
I’ve been thinking lately that I’d like to get into falconry. Very medieval of me, I know, but how fucking kickass would it be to have a little bird friend like this:
Not such a little bird, I suppose, and also, eagles aren’t allowed in Michigan, but all the same, KICKASS!
Apparently, and I did not realize this, most falconers use them for hunting… as in the falcons/hawks/whathaveyou’s catch rabbits and pheasants and such and then I guess bring them back to share with their human buddy? This is very bizarre, and I had no idea.
I don’t think I’d be so much into that. As far as I’m concerned Mr. Bird can have his rabbit and squirrel. I guess in a post-apocalyptic situation, it could be very handy.
Mr. Smarmy and I are always half-jokingly commenting about various things being very handy should we live through an apocalypse. (Though I have adamantly insisted that I would prefer not to survive. I’ve read The Stand and The Road, and frankly, I’d rather just perish.)
I think a pet raptor would rank pretttttty high on that list.
Apparently owls are sometimes be used in falconry!!! I think we all know how I feel about owls. (squee!)
