Wednesday, September 10, 2008
In the spring we watch fondly as mama birds parade fuzzy chicks up and down campus, and anxiously as nesting owls divebomb fuzzy chicks for dinner. In the fall, we listen to the haunting calls of the geese and watch wistfully as they fly in V formations overhead.
And in both these seasons, we watch our footing, since the campus is carpeted in birdshit. I like the birds anyway, but other people are less fond of them!