Now it starts.
Branches are budding all over town here, and I am done with a batch of grading, which means that it's really a break. For real. Which means it's time to dance.
Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
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