These dread dark dawns I do not like.
A spur of the moment thought: how do chicken knees work? Fins to Feet has a nice blog post on that. Also, it’s more fun being a private than a colonel. Maybe the Colonel should re-brand?
H/T: The Bad Hair, Incorrect Feathering, and Missing Skin Flaps of Dinosaur Art : Atlas Obscura
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Sturgeon: it’s a fish. Fine, it’s also a design. The perfect design to help you sidestep the anthropogenic Allee effect, in fact!
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| Alan Doyle talks about his childhood |
Last night we had a lively evening of local food (cod cheeks, beans, tuna tartar, breads, quiches, kale salad) and great music by three musicians (Alan Doyle of Great Big Sea; Cory Telford of Crush and Ed Robinson of Barenaked Ladies; sample: “If I had a Million Dollars“). It is said that (probably) every person on the island can sing and play an instrument.
We walked another 12,7 km section of the trail, followed by a dockside cook-up and an introduction to the Fishing for Success Project in Petty harbour. I was happy to see the lovely little pitcher plants again. We also passed a four foot tall giant sunflower in a colourful pot, standing at the top of a salt box house’s deck stairs. I wish I had got a shot of it. A veritable allokataplixian experience! Only lacking in a cat. Now I must finish reading “Where I Belong/ Alan Doyle“; he’s already written a follow-up.
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A great walk on The Great Trail. According to the Health app, we did about 7,7km today (~0,03% of the entire trail!) ; 12,142 steps and climbed ~68 floors. Everyone’s readings don’t agree though, which is interesting. My readings are always shorter! The weather was perfect for walking, sunny and about 14 degrees C.
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We went up the mound and here’s what we found: a mountainous black Newfoundland hound.
He only had one shiny bit of drool over the snout, and amber eyes.
The cats all seem to have a marmalade streak.
From Wikipedia:
At the turn of the 20th century, Marconi began investigating the means to signal completely across the Atlantic in order to compete with the transatlantic telegraph cables. Marconi established a wireless transmitting station at Marconi House, Rosslare Strand, Co. Wexfordin 1901 to act as a link between Poldhu in Cornwall, England and Clifden in Co. Galway, Ireland. He soon made the announcement that the message was received at Signal Hill in St John’s, Newfoundland (now part of Canada) on 12 December 1901, using a 500-foot (150 m) kite-supported antenna for reception—signals transmitted by the company’s new high-power station at Poldhu, Cornwall. The distance between the two points was about 2,200 miles (3,500 km).
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