Kate played in the New Hampshire Music Festival which featured the best band members from all the state’s high schools. Photos weren’t permitted while songs were performed – we were told it was too dangerous – but I snapped a few before, after and at our celebratory dinner.
FierceBaby, who flew out from Minnesota for the forty-five minute performance, leaves this morning.
A photo from another day in the life of Travis and his bicycle.
Alexander von Humboldt’s name is associated with hundreds of species and places : Humboldt Current, Humboldt penquin, squid, etc. etc.
His research station – photos here – is in the middle of this fantastic open range surrounded by active volcanoes, and it’s up for sale – if you have a million dollars, you can buy this – with over 2,000 acres of wild open land!
Inside the research station are lots of skins and stuffed animals from his research days with all the furnishings as he left it. We had lunch there and visited with the caretakers, a young family (dad and baby on horseback in the above photo).
Andean (or Black Faced) Ibis.
The Ibis world population is about 40 with all of them in Ecuador. We saw 24 in a magnificent private reserve – open only to birders – that surrounds the preserved Humboldt research station. Alexander von Humboldt (famous among science lovers like myself) was German (Prussian?) and worked in the 1800’s in South American….primarily inthe fields of botany, and geology — but also geography.
I drove over to Erickson Grain Mill to buy bird food and caught this truck driver napping. Even I can’t sleep in that position.
More photos from BirdBrain’s recent trip to Ecuador. Hikes in Yanachocha reserve (1 hour outside of Quito), the enchanted Polyleptis forest, an as yet unidentified volcano, and the Market at Otavalo.
Susan’s here for Kate’s New Hampshire All State Concert on Saturday, and she had cheese quesadillas and marguritas (it’s a tradition) for dinner at La Cantina in Acton.
I asked for decaf and got Sanka.
Travis sent me this photo of the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in Pescadero, CA., which is due east of San Jose.
Found (the hat) in the sleeve of my suede jacket.
Left at our house after one of those empty nest dinners.
Most of my cousins live in the midwest (and I don’t mean the mideast like Ohio), so it’s hard to explain why we can only manage a once-a-year visit to the single relative who lives in this area. But that’s the way it is – it’s always Easter with Vic and Jennifer.
The Finlays
