Apparently the Cooper’s Hawk I saw the other day has discovered that my neighborhood is a good hunting ground. I can’t see it, but I’ve heard it calling both yesterday and today. There’re a few folks out there worried that those of us, more or less, on the left will think the fight is overContinue reading “Post Election Worries and Hawk Update”
Didn’t manage to get the camera in time to document it but, the score in my neighborhood is Coopers’ Hawk: 1, Chipmunk: 0. Weird thing is that in 3 years of looking, I’ve never seen a Cooper’s Hawk* in my neighborhood before. *Possibly a Sharp Shinned Hawk, hard to tell from the angle I wasContinue reading “This Post Is For The Birds”
For about 100 years or so the Chippewa River around Eau Claire was a very industrial place. When river levels get very low I like to tool along on my bike looking for the old pilings and bits of concrete and iron that give you hints at the areas past.
Eau Claire has a number of pedestrian/bike underpasses to get people safely through busy intersections and they work great. I’ve been biking through the intersection of Vine and Claremont (pictured above) a couple times a month for the last three years, usually grumbling to myself about how it would be great if there was anContinue reading “Derp…”
If you stay in bed, the monsters can’t get you. #lifeinthetimeofcovid
I live in the Putnam Heights neighborhood of Eau Claire which, I guess, you could call post WWII semi-suburbia, the lots are a little too small and the blocks are a little too square for Putnam Heights to really be “the burbs” for me. Despite living here for about 3 years now I still haven’tContinue reading “Got Lost In My Own Neighborhood”
We don’t have many days until the cold hits, so I was quite happy for it to be warm and sunny today and for me to have a spare half-hour or so where I could just sit and soak up some afternoon sun. It felt wonderful.
I was going to do some coffee outside action at Carson Park this morning and so I got the Bridge Club loaded up with my coffee fixings, stopped by Qwick Trip for a cinnamon roll, and then rolled the couple miles down to Carson Park. All was good in the world as I was settingContinue reading “Coffee Outside: The O’ Fuck, Hornets! Episode.”