Yesterday, as I was out on a run with Archie, covering part of the same hilly dirt road we follow when stalking raptors, I had one of those disconnected meditative processes running seems to induce. It was on a long uphill gradient and into the teeth of a wind gusting out of the west at …
We interrupt this flow of birdie navel-gazing to report from the island of the Gods, Bali. Don't fret -- normal service will resume shortly and once again we'll maunder on about raptors, Archie and all that jazz. But, to quote George, it's been a long cold lonely winter. And a long cool wet summer before …
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