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Among the many benefits of my job, right up there with “getting paid” and “feeling like a productive member of society,” is the fact that I work with a bunch of nature nerds. At lunch, we talk about the weirder moments of BBC’s Planet Earth (the NAUTILUS, you guys!), and last summer, there was one day when someone saw a family of raccoon kits in the fork of a tree outside the third window, and basically our entire office shut down so we could look at them. I think someone taped it and put it on YouTube. When it’s not horribly cold outside like it is now, we go for walks on the trails through the woods behind my office. It’s fun. Plus, there are PILES of old magazines and calendars from wildlife photographers to rifle through, and anyway, the end of the story is that my cubicle wall looks like this:

Meetings downtown all day today and tomorrow so I won’t be home tonight, and this weekend isn’t looking much better either for relaxing or for blogging. I apologize! I meant to have another doozy of a poetry post ready by now, and it’s still coming, so stay tuned if you’re into that kind of thing.

(Those photos are of a kingfisher and a hummingbird. My cell phone couldn’t get the violet-crowned woodnymph that’s to the right. Probably just as well: that photo is really bright and beautiful, and these are turning out a bit washed.)