I will only say this several times. There were birds. In the kitchen. Probably trying to eat the flies that are also in the kitchen.

Let me just say that my relative standard of cleanliness has gone down even as my respect for the human immune system has gone up. This is a natural result of such experiences as finding birds. In the kitchen. As well as mice (although not at the same time, a la Cinderella). Also, slugs in the bath, dogs in the trash, and pseudoscorpions in the outhouse. Perhaps to be expected, this experience is making me think about maybe how unnecessarily concerned I am about health and hygiene. My whole approach to the topic during this adventure has been "If it won't kill a Georgian, it won't kill me." Is that bad?

I digress. I'm thinking that I might change the name of my blog. Can you guess what it would be?

Birds. In the kitchen.

Note: That high pitched noise you hear in the vid? That's me, squeaking "Birds! In the kitchen!"

Hrm. This is mostly an experiment to see how well my internet connection (spastic at the best of times) handles blogging. These are some of chemi megobrebi from the 8th and 10th forms. It looks like we stole the lighting and our smiles from a box of Girl Scout cookies, which is appropriate since we were at a nature preserve.