I like birds.
I have a feeling that someday, possibly in the near future, I will actually buy binoculars and an ornithology book and head out into the 'field'. I'll even call it 'the field'. When my friends ask me what I'm doing on any given weekend I'll say, "I'll be in the field."
I will sound like I know things. And it might be a teensy bit annoying to those friends who ask. And then they might want to stop being my friends.
Oregon has birds. Big ones.
When I drive up and down the I-5 every day I see great big hawks sitting on fences waiting to pounce. One beautiful Oregon morning I was stuck in gridlock on a bridge over the Willamette River. There was an osprey nest next to the bridge that I liked to look at whenever I walked by. That morning as I sat in traffic I saw one of the birds swoop down to the water, grab a fish and fly back to the nest with it.
It was cool.
Anyway, the other day I was driving to school and saw two big birds sitting in a tree. At first I thought they were hawks, but as I got closer I realized they were something else. Something...better.
Yeah, Oregon. You're not so bad.