My New Squirrel Friend

I am sitting in the moldy-smelling multipurpose room (the multiple purposes being: TV & videos, wireless internet, laundry facilities, and the random library of bad fiction and old textbooks that all field stations and National Park housing accumulate), reading the posts of Gouldii and Harris and laughing to myself because your various personalities come out SO WELL in your writing (I love it!). Just then, a little red squirrel scampered into the room, obviously interested in borrowing some of the romance novels. I talked him out of it, shooed him out the door, and then sat down to write this post.

Schoodic's weather is just as changeable as Palo's. A day will start out with a crystalline blue sky before a mid-morning fog rolls in, then out again. Then, maybe about 3pm, a thunderstorm will darken the sky and send lightning down to earth for the rest of the evening and night. The next day might be foggy again.

We had a teacher's workshop today where the large part of the afternoon discussion centered around the scintillating topic of T-shirts. Then we were going over some hands-on lessons and someone said "I can't get it all out again" and I had to stifle the urge to say "that's what she said." I have got to remember that I'm in a kid-oriented environment now; I'm no longer living amongst vulgar biologists. I miss you guys!

Bird notes: I woke to 20 ravens mobbing a GHOWat 5am this morning outside my window. I heard the owl hoot, but didn't see her. I've heard what sounds like an ORJU singing; but do the juncos here have the same song? I also heard what definitely sounded like a WIWR, but it was slightly more sweeter sounding that those in the west. CEDWs and RBNUs are everywhere.