I was sitting in the office this morning, daydreaming, when I was startled by a WHACK!!! at the window... I walked outside to see a cute little bird laying on his side, and it appeared to be dead. I was kind of bummed, and didn't really want to touch him, so I left him alone. About 10 minutes later I thought about the bird again and walked over to check on him. This time he was standing to my surprise, but looked really bad. With the amount of dogs that walk in front of our office on a daily basis, I thought I should get him in a box or something, so I scooped him up and took him home. His name is Ojos, and I snapped a few picks. I think that he has a concussion.. and I am not sure what you do for an avian concussion, but I thought beer would help.




On the baby side of things, we are still just waiting around.. the dramatic kicking is still going on, but no baby yet. I thought for sure that after how hard I was hitting the potholes yesterday that something was bound to happen.. but no. I am not sure how much bigger Sarah can get..

So, I am off to get some sick waves... should be overhead and perfect tonight!!! Doesn't get any better than this.

Late,
E.