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Julie's Bog. While birding this bog I also found a bIack-backed wo0dpecker nest, a few gray j8ys, and a boreal chlckadee. Sadly, I struck out on both of the boreal species I could've found which would have been lifers, spruce gr0use and three-t0ed w0odpecker.
Sari-Sari - Bird Feeder Set
HPMD* stuffed bird/ice pinkB
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From this cloud where I hang dangle in the blue
I spy you all tiny creatures on the ground below
For my being reckless got me strung up in the sky
But love is flawed now see the lowlies cry
Cut my cord now better then better off to die
Here am I your falling angel dangle in the blue
I'm your angel and I wish that I could be like you
It's my time all I have for my crime is such
Knowing that the thing I love is that which I can't touch
So I watch your fragile beauty changing in the sun
Love is flawed now see the lowlies cry
Cut my cord now better then better off to die
Well here am I your falling angel dangle in the blue
I'm your angel how I wish that I could be with you
Falling angel dangle in the blue
I'm your angel and I wish that I could be like you
I believe in you I don't believe it all but I believe in you
I don't believe it all but I belive in you
I don't believe it all but I believe in you
I don't believe it all
This species is a common resident breeder in marshes and the edges of mangrove swamps; in general its habitat is open woodland in the vicinity of rivers[1]. The Yellow-chinned Spinetail feeds on insects and spiders, keeping low and often in the open. It is a conspicuous, confiding and noisy bird. Unlike the related ovenbirds, the Yellow-chinned Spinetail constructs a large spherical stick nest, usually low in a mangrove or other marsh vegetation. The tubular entrance tunnel rises almost vertically from the base to the top of the nest. The normal clutch is three, sometimes four, greenish white eggs.
They're empty, at 11:33 AM. Because no one can get across Penna. Ave. (Well. In theory you could if you were brave enough to go through the 3rd Street Tunnel. I was directed that way at one point, and knowing the tunnel from having commuted through it for years, politely declined. That thing was the Tunnel of Doom long before it was Purple.)
That is where I was supposed to be sitting. It didn't happen. I was tremendously, tremendously lucky to talk my way into Yellow A on the north side of Pennsylvania Avenue later on, just in time to hear the inauguration itself in fact, and in truth that was actually probably a nicer view of the route itself. Taller bleachers, positioned so one could see all the way up the street to the Capitol. However, Yellow A at 14th and Pennsylvania was one of the parts of the route that the Obamas did not walk. So I didn't see them out of the car. I would have, if I'd been sitting in Yellow B---right in front of those bleachers was where they got back in the car after their first walk.
It could've been a lot worse, but I can't help but feel that a lot of the frustration of the day was needless. The reason I stayed put in Yellow A was that I'd talked myself through a closed checkpoint to get there. Or rather, cried myself through. I'd walked to the front of the block-long line for the Yellow A parade checkpoint at 14th and E to ask a policeman how to get to Yellow B, on the other side of the street. He said he didn't know, and that all he could tell me was that his own checkpoint had been shut down. He said he hadn't been told if the shutdown applied to the entire parade route or just his gate; he hadn't even been told if his gate might open up again later on. I wandered off, half-stunned with disbelief and disappointment that this might be the end of my morning's long hike back and forth across downtown following bad information from every policeman and PIC volunteer I asked for directions. When I came across another bunch of policemen who didn't look too busy, I impulsively asked one of them if I was out of luck for seeing the parade. He very kindly and politely said that he thought that was probably so, and I should have gotten there earlier. That was when the tears came. 30 seconds and a quick patdown later, I was on the other side of the security barrier. "Enjoy," he said as he walked away. And then I stood right there and really bawled for a minute.
All that drama: for no good reason at all. Later on I would read in the Washington Post that that Yellow A gate was the only one that had shut down, all day long, and that the parade route never hit capacity. I wonder what became of the block-long line of people I walked past at that closed gate---I wonder if anyone ever shared that choice information with them.
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