Seven Partridges, No Pear Tree

Last Wednesday, I looked outside to see seven gray partridges waddling around my backyard, foraging for seeds and dried crabapples. I took pictures because I had never seen birds like this. Well, they are back this morning. I love the variety of birds that are coming to the yard these days. Here are a few photos.

Much More My Style

Last night I played my first concert with the local Symphony Orchestra. Before anyone gets too excited, let me say that it is a community orchestra, not some highbrow ensemble like the New Your Philharmonic . . . but for me, it was just right. I was asked to play one piece, the Bacchanale from Saint-Saens' "Samson and Delilah", as they needed a third flute. Well, at the first rehearsal less than two weeks ago, it became "oh you might as well play this, too", so I played three movements of the Bizet Symphony. And I have been invited to stay until the end of the season. Woo hoo!!

I Did It!!

I quit!!!!!

Glory hallelujah, bear hell is (almost) a bygone era. I quit today, and told them that my last shift is tomorrow. Watch them scramble to fill my shifts tomorrow and Monday. (insert evil laugh here)

Stay tuned for more frequent updates . . . now that I will have a life!