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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

All the birding has finally made me famous. If Taco Bell wants me to endorse their crunchy taco shells with my new found fame, I’ll totally do it, because they are easily the best taco shell I’ve found on my grocer’s shelves. Actually, wasn’t it the Taco Bell taco shells that, a while back, were allegedly contaminated with some genetically engineered corn - “star-hawk” brand seed? star-seed? star-crunch? I don’t care, their taco shells are fucking delicious. I just ate, like, a million.

Regarding my new-found fame, here’s not one, but two (we must be syndicated!!) local newspaper stories featuring Sharon P. and I on the Annual Christmas Bird Count (known to cats as the Annual Christmas Bird Eat) in the Indiana Dunes. The South Bend Tribune, and the Fort Wayne News Sentinel. You’ll find a picture of me swaddled to the nines in the miscellany of military surplus that I can’t stop myself from purchasing out of pulp-paper catalogs that get shipped to me on a regular basis - the kind of military surplus that comes three in a pack, folded together in a plastic bag, smelling of mildew and with buckles covered with corrosion, (for cheap! Cheap! CHEAP!), and with names like Eric Taylor and Estoban-Morrocaz felt penned on the tags (Eric and Estoban, BTW, are real names I found on tags in a pack of green wool headsocks I bought).

In the photo, Sharon P is shading her eyes with mittens that she crocheted herself.

The writers of the stories use creative license in the captions underneath the photograph. We weren't actually "spotting" a bird. As I recall, I was either pointing out a bird that somebody else had already spotted, or I was misidentifying a tufted titmouse as a nuthatch to a disbelieving Sharon P.

Brian 11:51 PM

Comments:

Dude...that's awesome! I can't believe I missed your pic running with a wire story in the paper I work for. Actually, I had to do a Christmas Bird COunt piece myself for our local edition...I met up with this crusty guy and his side kick wearing (what else) military surplus cold weather gear and clutching scarred binoculars. They were all depressed because somebody at this park nature center had neglected to fill the bird feeders - hence, no birds. But they did regale me with a tale of how they had been tailed by a guy in a pickup during the first count after 9/11...the guy called the cops on them because he thought they were terrorists scoping out rural targets. So now, they have this big-ass yellow sign in the back window of the 1988 Toyota Corolla they use for birding. It reads "Caution: Audubon Society Bird Count in Progress". That ought toscore them some points with the ladies...

# posted by A : 9:35 AM

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