Lately a common phrase at the staffhouse has been "where did Tim go?". RAGING, THAT'S WHERE!
This time, a special companion joined me on my quest. DOUBLE RAGE. Grace has the skills of a naturalist, the body of a zebra clubtail, and the voice of a male nightingale. In Alqonquin, we joined an elite team of idiots for some old-time geeking. To Whiskey Rapids, where Lev promptly molested a Zebra Clubtail.
THAT IS SO RARE!
(incidentally, it was Lev's Zebra Clubtail virginity).
Shortly after, Peter had a genius idea of creating a new hybrid with a forced copulation. Combine the curves of a Zebra Clubtail with the sneakiness of a Fawn Darner! "It should work, they're both hooved." commented Ian.
Peter, they're both males...
At the P Store, we rocked out to some Ode beats!
Then, it was time to meet an old friend. One of the most influencial men of Algonquin, David Legros. David is LEGENDARY. Indeed, our reunion was long overdue, but many old sayings were still in regular use. "hark, a robin!"; "look, black bear...habitat."
These days David is monitoring amphibians on the logging roads. Thank god for those logging roads, or else wildlife research people would have half as much to study! We joined him and his babe Courtney, as well as Vincent for some trap checking. But amphibians were not the only creatures foolish enough to fall into his traps.
This jumping mouse is not letting death get it down!
And, an old favourite, Nicrophorus sp.
Tim, David, and Grace - and Gretchie the loonling, my car mascot. Courtney behind the camera.
Farewell old friend.
MIZZY
Two spruce grouses and 1 white-winged crossbills were slaughtered, respectively. Boreal chickadees were detected, but not slaughtered.
GREAT SPANGLY FRITILLARIES!
