studio pictures from yesterday afternoon & Thoreau compares fish to birds & Charlie goes hunting ... plus the Gaelic Cups Song

Gaelic Cups Song

This is a happy song.  I love teenagers.

I wrote this same bit out for Phoebe last night using my walnut ink.  It's from Thoreau's journal:

March 31, 1842

The bream is the familiar and homely sparrow, which makes her nest everywhere, and is early and late.
The pickerel is the hawk, a fish of prey, hovering over the finny broods.
The pout is the owl, which steals so noiselessly about at evening with its clumsy body.
The shiner is the summer yellowbird, or goldfinch, of the river.
The sucker is the sluggish bittern, or stake-driver.
The minnow is the hummingbird.
The trout is the partridge woodpecker.
The perch is the robin.

Don't you love that?

The minnow is the hummingbird!

Charlie went hunting for partridge yesterday afternoon.
Phoebe sent me a picture from her studio of a piece of ham with an eyeball in the middle of it, looking out.  They all tolerate me, but sort of think I'm nuts.  Thoreau would understand.  He stopped hunting and fishing and keeping any meat in the house.
Here's a picture of the guy Charlie went out bird hunting with yesterday; it's a young guy from the shop, don't know who.