@amarguerite‘s thread about ahistorical Protagonist Names reminded me that my mother was cleaning the attic recently and unearthed her list of baby names; apparently if I had been a boy I would have been Rowan Rooney, which means I would have had only one career option: protagonist of a YA fantasy novel set in Ireland. 

It would have been inevitable.

I went on a birding trip to the skagit valley and whidbey island today and holy cow are there birds up there. SO many birds. That whole area is bird city in the winter. I got multiple lifers today!!!!

I know I’ve finally gotten used to the PNW because I now see eagles and no longer get excited, just mildly annoyed that it isn’t a more interesting raptor. 

I’ve been hanging out on a insect ID forum recently and I keep doing a double take when people use the word “inverts” 

it’s very weird to have the sort of social circle where the two possible meanings of a given word are “19th century psychological term for homosexual” and “affectionate slang for invertebrates” 

me, lamenting over a picture of a snapping turtle: I wanna go pondiiiiiiing! I wanna get a dip net and a ponding light and catch things and ID them and let them go. :(((
housemate, walking in partway through this whining: wait, are you talking about animals or women?
me: ….I…. yes, I am definitely getting my net and my lesbian field guide and going out to catch some women in a pond, you’re correct.