I have discovered a new webcam!

Eaglecam!

http://www.norfolkbotanicalgarden.org/e-community/eagle-cam/who-is-watching-the-eagle-cam

This webcam came from another bird nerd friend of mine whose husband happens to work at our Nature Preserve with a specialty in predatory birds.

I watched these three eaglets hatch a couple of weeks ago and today I saw the mother bird feed them a seagull and some fish. Gross but very cool!

There are moderated comments on the side which can be pretty informative. For example: eagles mate for life. The male usually does the hunting when the female is on the nest. He then brings the food to her for preparation(typical).Sometimes you can tell the questions are coming from a child who is discovering these beautiful birds for the first time. Like Hayley who asked if eagles have tongues. They do by the way but they don't clean their babies with them. That sharp beak might just get in the way.

Right now those are some sleepy babies.

Anyhow, if you want to spend a few relaxing and awe-inspiring moments watching these amazing birds check it out. I can barely tear myself away.

Take the classic book Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak turn it around; tell from a wild thing named Mog's position and you have the parody Where the Mild Things Are by Maurice Send-up. I don't know how I missed this particular gem when it as released in 2009 but somehow I did. I don't want o give away too much but I will tell you that although they are never named, Martha Stewart, Jay Leno, Bill Gates and Al Gore all play a part in this wild thing's trip to Dullsville in his 1974 AMC Gremlin.

Adults will appreciate the book more than children mainly because they understand parody and can instantly relate things in this text back to the original, see the not so subtle jibes at a few famous people, and enjoy the nuances in the illustrations such as the book Mog is reading entitles 1,001 Facts About Dirt. Children will like this simply because it is amusing, colorfully well-illustrated, and because the Mog gets to be bad in the end and his parents like it that way. Something most children wish was true at least some of the time.

It's a quick read so it won't take up much of your day but it may add a smile to your face and some amusing things to share with others who remember the original Where the Wild Things Are fondly.

The class I am currently taking is Resources and Services for Persons with Disabilities. We had a question posed to us last week that garnered quite a bit of discussion from the library world point of view and I really wanted to know what the patron point of view would be. So I pose the same scenario to you and would love to hear your honest thoughts.

A patron arrives when the library opens with what appears to be all of his earthly possessions, and he takes them with him when he leaves when the library closes. Although it appears that he uses the restroom to wash his face and rinse out some clothes, his aroma is bothersome. He reads the newspaper and uses other library resources for about half the day, and sleeps the rest of the time. What would you do?

It's been awhile. Did I lose the three readers I had?

Growing up I was a pretty picky eater. I liked the basics but if it wasn't something you see all the time I wasn't eating it. I remember one burger incident where the meat came with the grill lines on it. You know the ones that give it that great charred flavor. Well when I was little I wasn't having anything to do with it and I refused to eat.

Nowadays I am a much more varied eater and in fact have eaten some pretty strange things on my travels. I had cow's tongue in Ukraine, raw egg in Tunisia, and Ackee and saltfish in Jamaica. Not saying I loved them. But drawing a line I always say I will never eat anything that looks at me from the plate. Whole lobster, crawfish, etc.

Imagine my surprise when I ordered Tilapia at one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, a dish I had eaten there before and it came with head and tail attached.



It didn't have eyeballs the last time I ate it! Taking a cue from my travels I refused to act like an ugly American and I dug in, literally, but not until I covered it's eyes with a napkin. They were staring at me!