#better living through birding
Text
RECC!
I just finished this book, and it's INCREDIBLE. It's the autobiography of Christian Cooper, the bird watcher who some white woman called the cops on for no reason in Central Park. That's just one chapter though, this guy's done so MUCH!
He went to Harvard and wrote for Marvel. He's protested for black lives and queer rights. He's traveled the world enjoying birds, nature, and the local gay scene. His descriptions of nature are unparalleled. He really, really likes birds.
I laughed, I cried, I literally gasped out loud. Dude's an INCREDIBLE writer!
62 notes
·
View notes
Text
BETTER LIVING THROUGH BIRDING is finally in my hands! I don’t preorder books often, but this is an exception.
#godzilla reads#better living through birding#Christian Cooper#nonfiction books#bird books#reading#preorder books#bookworm#booklr#bookish#book blog#booklover
69 notes
·
View notes
Text
Earlier today I finished Better Living Through Birding: Notes from a Black Man in the Natural World by Christian Cooper. I was vaguely familiar with the story of his run-in with the racist woman in Central Park that he caught on camera while he was birding there, which is initially what made me decide on this book. But I really never stopped to think much more about this confrontation nor about him as a person in any real depth. And this book helped unpack that. This book shed light on his story and who he was and is. His history as a gay, black man from NYC who loves to bird. He talks about his childhood, his college years, his love of comics and birds, his adventurous world travels, his strained relationship with his father, his experience as a New Yorker on 9/11, and the development of his identity as a gay, black man. Most of the book is all about this -- his history -- and only very little of it is actually about the run-in he had with the "Karen" in Central Park. All of the history he brings the reader through helps to shape and give context to the unfortunate part of the story we all know. While this book held my attention well enough, and also provided some enjoyable little tidbits about birding here and there and also presented some good lessons on race and identity, I found it overall rather boring. I think it was maybe the pace of the book that felt slow? I'm not sure. But I don't regret spending time on it. It may not necessarily be the first book I'd recommend, but it definitely wouldn't be the last either.
0 notes
Text
He laid at the brink of death once more, staring at the face of despair. He remembered the path that led him to this purgatory, and with a smile could only ask:
"Shall we be friends?"
#ffxiv#digital art#concept#zenos yae galvus#endsinger#endwalker spoilers#adventurer zenos#eurydice#is just the tag im going to use for the post endwalker endsinger stuff I'll draw#alisaie lives in zenos' head rent free-#but for a man with no fear i find the potential idea of him reaching out to a weakened endsinger both sweet and kinda funny#“oh hey she was right- im not alone here- lets see if I can actually do better” <- the beginning of adventurer zenos#part of Adventurer!Zenos motivation is finding examples of happiness he sees and finds himself to tell her whenever he visits the ultimatum#the eternal question: did he adopt the bird or did the bird adopt him#Also thus begins Zenos having to dig through his own recollection on how to help people- i.e emulating the WoL lol#and endsinger having to deal with reading his mind only to probably get very random thoughts/static and only occasionally something helpful#she very quickly learns that nihility bounces off this man like a ball#he is simply immune
111 notes
·
View notes
Text
mmm essay about sally and kid gort in the tags (cw for child abuse, mentions of suicide, animal cruelty and a murder attempt. i always hope i don’t have to say this but just in case: i don’t excuse or condone any of her or gort’s behaviour at all.) this is literally not even touching upon everything i have to say because i hit the fucking tag limit lmao. NOBODY READ IT’S BAD BRAINSTORMING I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOW
#thinkin too much about gortie side characters again.#sally this time and why she specifically talks about him the way she does#like dravo is obviously still shitty but to me he was. ‘just ‘neglectful#while sally actively hated and even felt terrorised by her own child#like. it’s not like i don’t understand her at all.#imagine you and your love don’t have much besides each other and your shop and you get pregnant and ready to raise a child#only for it to not be a child he didn’t and doesn’t cry ever and he learns everything so much sooner than most but then he never calls you#his parents and it’s not just a petty thing kids do sometimes you feel that he doesn’t see you as family and the worst part is that you#agree deep down#and as he gets older he doesn’t have any friends and actively rejects the notion of the entire concept#but then as time passes you hear about how he has entire groups of children following him and then several of them commit suicide#and that thing coming to sit with you and dravo at the dinner table says that he did what you did last week when the axe to chop wood broke#and you discarded it and got a new one#and he has these habits of ripping out flowers and making sure that they don’t regrow#and then you hear rumours about a friend’s daughter’s cat disappearing and think nothing of it#until you visit his tree house a month later and find a declawed cat and birds with clipped wings and crushed bugs that he keeps fondly#and then you see him with other children and they don’t know and his face is different and body language is entirely different#and were it not for the fact that you know better you would never see anything but a normal child#and you know that you are one who painstakingly brought this thing that should not be into the world and so you decide to end it all one da#and go to him as he’s asleep with the knife shaking in your hand#but he cries when you’re above him! screams at the top of his lungs!#so you beg for forgiveness even though you don’t deserve it through tears but as soon as the knife is put away you see the act drop and fee#his clever fingers having twisted your brain inside and out and you know that you can do nothing#and so the opportunity arises to at least remove him out of your life if not everyone’s lives and you take it immediately.#but you heard him talk. how he will close his fist around the world one day. and you know that it is not a matter of if but when.#like. imagine that. jesus dude.#like i hc her as someone that is messy and does not know a lot about life and she certainly wouldn’t have been a good mother but the love#or at least desire to love is there somewhere. and believing that having a child is really the only somewhat meaningful thing she can do#with her life. she’s not some hero or rich or anything of note. so there’s a lot obligation and not genuine desire for family here.#but she never really got the chance to be an actual mother in the first place so. who knows what that might have looked like
16 notes
·
View notes
Note
🥞 Sception?
yet another oc ask game
🥞 does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly?
short answer: sleep? no. eating properly? yes.
sception, unfortunately, usually has a bad case of insomnia. he's plenty aware he should sleep, but unfortunately he has a tendency to have nightmares about the final sabotage so he just... doesn't, if its that bad. as a result, he does impromptu lawnwork in the middle of the night because it makes him feel in control and it isn't taxing for him.
he, at the very least insists on trying to have good meals. he's not stringent on making fresh homemade meals, but its certainly preferable to him. he still has a bit of a sweet tooth when it comes to certain pastries. he can have a treat. as a treat.
#ask#cueocu#oc: early bird gets the (book)worm#its better than thea 'has caffeine based insomnia and usually rushed through breakfast before living w sception' selainius😔
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Headcanon that ahead of every single Fourth of Jvly that Cameron and Donna have been partnered for either work or life, Cameron has asked if they can bvrn an Americ@n fl@g, and that every year Donna has said because it’s too dangerous and it’s too much of a statement, but that as of June 2022, Donna’s position has been, “You know what? Go for it”
#cameron excitedly making a masked photo of herself with a burning fl@g her new user photo on the bird app#today in fan art i wish i could contribute to the fandom#belated happy ('happy') fourth of jvly to everyone else who just wants this country to stop being hell on earth for most of us!#donna clark#donna emerson#cameron howe#better living through headcanons!
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
unstoppable force (desire to start a new story and write something new for nano) vs immovable object (Brain Fucking Broken)
#elise lives a life of excitement and intrigue#in some ways im glad i have cd to fall back on because it means i inherently cant have an apf situation on my hands#where i barely knew any of the characters and the plot was Extremely cobbled-together and last-minute#and its not exactly right to say im bored of cd because theres a lot of stuff in this *KNOCKING ON WOOD* last 3rd that im very excited for#but my brain with its little reborn baby-bird wings wants so bad to make up something new and run wild with it like when cd was born!#but. even though the bottom of my brain is filling up again with little trinkets and scraps that can be someday strung together...#i dont know. theres no fullness there. i think im still scaring and stopping myself because the only thing worse than not having a story#is having a flat story that im only trying to be interested in. where i have everything i should need but i just cant figure out how to-#-do anything with it :( like sunrunners / like TRouble / like hypotheca bloom theory / like like like.....#even the only reason isc and satsuma boys as (incomplete) summer nanos turned out at all was bc past me had built them in a better time#i know going through old sketchbooks and coloring in the lineart is a valid way to go#but i want to draw the lines again too :(
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
I had my chest cut open for the first time so that I can stay alive long enough to take care of Bandit and my other birds 😂
I’ve had these heart problems for years. My whole life.
But I only decided to do something about it because I have all these little lives relying on me. And I want to be there to enjoy them and take care of them.
#y'all might not know this about me but i'm really fucking suicidal#not in danger right now obviously lol#but like...#the month before i got Bandit i was literally planning my death#i got better before i got him but honestly getting him and the rest of these birds#gave me something to live for#that i didn't have before#and now i'm taking steps to extend my life#that's big for me#i've always lived wanting to die and now i'm working to stay alive#it's hard#it's a daily struggle#but hearing bandit say 'i love you' gives me the strength to get through a day#suicide cw
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
A magical experience this morning!
I went outside to take a picture of “Better Living Through Birding” by Christian Cooper and saw that a Sandhill Crane wasn’t too far off. Better living through birding indeed!
#godzilla reads#birding#better living through birding#Christian Cooper#bird books#memoir#nonfiction books#reading#booklr#bookworm#bookish#book blog
37 notes
·
View notes
Text
This is my most beloved honey sweetie baby Peach back when I got her in like 2005 or something like that
This is my most beloved honey sweetie baby Peach these days
I wear her leg band on a necklace every single day.
Here is my tattoo of my most beloved honey sweetie baby Peach that I got because did I mention she's my most beloved honey sweetie baby?
Setting the stage for this, the sign we just got in at work that nearly made me cry at 3 in the goddamn morning
OOF
#yeah gonna buy that lol#I've been dealing with a LOT of grief lately with no support or outlet so yeah that hit me hard#I'd think it was cheesy if it wasn't for the bird thing lol#sarah it's been like 6 years ok?#but when i lived in Colorado i was so lonely i literally have ptsd from it#like at least here i have One Friend and I've learned to deal with being alone better#but back then it was literally just me and my birds and no love from anyone#so her death was one of the worst things I've ever experienced#and you know I'm still dealing with my grandma's death and my hometown being completely destroyed#and a bad work situation#and a shitty family situation#so yeah I'm going through it#animal death
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.
He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.
He was poisoned.
He was sick.
He was suffering.
"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.
"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy.
Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building.
The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain.
No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed.
Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."
The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.
Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.
Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.
But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.
#flaco#tw animal death#tw animal sickness#better dead than fed is a horrific mindset#zoo animal welfare#screenshot feat the WCS's inability to remember to remove their editorial template from highly sensitive press releases round 2#colored text#people who loved the ideal of him more than the reality of him#congrats#you killed this owl#I'm still so mad that people who wanted him to stay loose got all sorts of media attention for the elegies they wrote when he died
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
i like the idea that bruce just shows up to league meetings with his birds with absolutely no explanation offered
i mean this man frequently stalks his coworkers and knows everything that's happening in their personal lives and i think he'd forget that HE is the weird one for doing it and not everybody automatically knows when he's acquired a new child
so he just shows up at the watchtower with a new bird and literally says nothing about it . just sits at his chair with the latest robin standing next to him and literally doesn't acknowledge that anything is different and it gets even more confusing when they change their costumes and names 😭
like
20-something bruce: and containing this may be a matter of-flash did you have a question
barry: uh. yeah. sorry, what is that?
20-something bruce: (glancing at 9 yr old dick who has been next to him for 45 minutes) that's robin. obviously. as i was saying,
-
early 30s bruce, who hasn't shown up with a robin for a few years, entering with a nightwing and a jason todd robin:
barry:
diana:
hal:
j'onn:
bruce: what.
hal:
hal: do you like clone them or
-
mid 30s bruce, quietly talking with a clearly-not-sixteen-years-old robin in the corner after being without one for two years:
hal:
diana:
barry:
j'onn:
clark:
bruce:
tim:
bruce: this one followed me
-
late 30s bruce zeta-beaming in with a nightwing, a slightly older robin, and an absolutely BUILT man in a red hood:
barry: did you hire a bodyguard
bruce: no.
barry: whos mr red over there
bruce: you don't remember my second one???
barry:
hal:
diana:
j'onn:
clark:
barry: did. did that one not die
jason: got better
-
later 30s bruce, quietly showing around a blonde robin:
hal:
bruce: don't ask.
hal: i didn't say anything
-
40 yr old bruce, making intense, unbroken eye contact with a black shadow:
clark, leaning over to talk to tim: what are they doing
tim, not looking up from his fancy ipad: do i look like i know that
-
red robin popping in unnanounced in the middle of a league meeting: batman is alive.
barry: who the FUCK are you???
-
batman, some minutes later, trailed by what is CLEARLY a new robin: did red robin happen to pass through here????
barry: i have several questions
-
no-longer-lost-in-the-time-stream bruce, talking to batgirl, black bat, and the signal:
hal: did you get three more.
bruce: no. just one.
hal: i shouldn't have asked, my bad
-
mid 40s bruce wayne, stepping out of the zeta tube: sorry i'm late
diana: not to worry. let's get start-
bruce: i have a few more coming behind me
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
jason: hi
cass: 👋
diana:
diana: ok should we st-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
dick, holding damian like a scowling, sopping wet cat: bruce he's not feeling polite today
damian: HISSS
bruce: okay does he need to go back?
dick: he said he's fine but hes just not feeling polite
diana:
diana: is that the las-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
steph: b i need a hair tie
diana:
diana: so can-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
duke: b did i miss rolecall
diana: no, signal, you did not. let's-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
tim: b alf is mad at you
bruce: why
hal: it's like a fucking clown car
steph: you didn't eat breakfast
tim: you didn't eat breakfast either
steph: shut.
damian: HISSSS
jason: wing. if you do not keep that brat quiet-
dick: hes a BABY!!!!!
duke: you didn't eat breakfast either, timothy
jason: hes a BITCH!!!!!
tim: who the fuck told you????
cass: :)
hal: (storming off, in tears), YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHILDREN.
#got carried away with this but the idea that the jl cannot keep track of all the fucking kids bruce has is so funny to me#dc#batman#batfamily#bruce wayne#batfam#nightwing#robin#dick grayson#red robin#red hood#tim drake#cass cain#jason todd#stephanie brown#damian wayne#duke thomas#spoiler#batgirl#the spoiler#justice league#batkids#elle's original content
23K notes
·
View notes
Text
i'll tell you what converted me to being all-in on keeping cats indoors only:
living for a year and a half in a rural area with a sudden feral cat colony explosion on the property.
i moved in with my folks for a bit and at that time, one (1) stray cat mama had taken up residence on the property, but was too feral to let my mother anywhere near her. but especially after she brought three kittens around, mom fed her and the kittens in hopes they'd grow trusting enough she could catch for spay and neuter at the minimum. momcat stayed mean and hella wary, but the kittens would hang around a little nearer and play with my mom via long stick, but still wouldn't come close enough to touch or catch.
unfortunately, two of the three kittens were girls and started having kittens of their own before further progress was made, shortly after i moved in. and that was pretty much instant doom.
there were so many kittens. SO MANY. multiple litters. every time we turned around, more kittens.
we fed them. we hunted for and located the kittens every time anywhere on the property and would move them to a repurposed doghouse anytime a mama cat had them somewhere else, so that they could grow up human-socialized and we could spay/neuter them when they were old enough. (also it was a handy tactic to push the issue of the mamas getting more used to/trusting of us themselves. only really worked with one of them, though.)
and we watched them die.
we watched litter after litter of kittens never make it to the age they could be spayed or neutered. the moms stayed, for the longest time, too skittish to more than briefly touch, much less catch and crate for a vet visit.
it sounds like a silly joke to say i have kitten-related ptsd, but i absolutely do.
too many goddamn times i'd walk out of the garage and find the carport and gravel drive strewn with tiny bodies. others simply went missing, never to be found.
one in particular, i wish i hadn't found, and the visual literally haunts me still, almost a decade later.
i saw so many kittens die of snake bite, spider bite, wild dogs, birds of prey, hit by cars, respiratory illness, covered in fleas and eyes crusted with infection.
and we loved them all. scrimped for antibiotics if the vet could be convinced to give it to us despite our being unable to bring them in. bought flea collars and ointments. we cared for them and fed them and petted them and played with them, brushed their fur and cleaned up their little faces, put ice in their water in hot summer, rigged a heating lamp in their house in the winter.
and they died. horribly. that property is pocked with unmarked graves of kittens and cats.
all the best intentions, not enough resources, and it didn't matter anyways because the population went from three to almost twenty (at times, over thirty) in the blink of an eye.
they died and died and died. our hearts broke over and over again. the stress and anxiety wore us down like sandpaper. i think, by the end of it all, we managed to find less than 10 of them all homes, including batman the disabled kitten i found a home across the country through tumblr.
it was carnage and tragedy, frankly. and we were helpless.
it only ended because they started dying faster than they could be born, and because we finally caught the two remaining mom cats in traps and got them spayed.
the points about outdoor cats being invasive predators devastating to local wildlife populations is true and valid and important.
but i know cat people, and cat people who don't know better than to let cats outdoors. what matters to you is the cat itself, generally. the cat being happy and taken care of.
keeping cats outdoors, letting them outdoors, is not taking care of the cats. it's not protecting them. it's not giving them any happiness or invigoration that couldn't be provided to them as indoor-only pets with just a little research and effort.
they die. they get ill. they get hurt. they're at risk of predators, and cars, and disease, and carelessly cruel children and deliberately cruel adults. they're at risk of disappearing on you because someone else saw a cat outdoors and intervened to give it a better, safer life not in conflict with the local environment.
and if that offends and angers you that someone would just take a cat they saw roaming outdoors, even collared, and that it sounds like i'm endorsing that, i am, but not if you intervene and be that person yourself for your own cat.
if what matters to you is doing right by your cat because it's family and a living creature whose happiness and health and safety is important to you,
keep them indoors. not part time. always. exclusively.
edit: since apparently i need to clarify this, i'm saying cats should live inside, that they should not live outdoors, even part time. visiting the outdoors supervised on a leash or in an enclosed catio is not the same as even part-time living outside, and i am certainly not advocating against it.
8K notes
·
View notes
Text
[CN: food mentions!]
Headcanon that when Cameron finds herself struggling with coders’ block at the end of the summer, Donna convinces her to go on an impromptu weekend trip
Cameron is back from her ‘sabbatical.’ she’s fully settled in at Donna’s, she’s supposed to be working on a new game, her plan is to finish and release the game (‘get ready to suck on that, Atari!’) and then work full-time on Phoenix dot net. But during the summer, she suddenly finds herself unable to focus or make any useful decisions about the game. She not coincidentally starts learning more about baking and old, pre-war methods of cleaning, disinfecting, and canning.
When Donna comes home from work one evening to find the house half rearranged and Cameron in the kitchen, her old hachimaki with the Japanese sun and ‘kamikaze’ kanji tied around her forehead, surrounded by cooling jars of soon to be out of season strawberries and raspberries and pantry items that are waiting to be sorted and reorganized, she realizes that it’s time to intervene. When Cameron doesn’t even say hi, and instead says, “I promise it’s not as bad as it looks!” Donna says, “Okay! How can I help?” Cameron looks around, and then says, “…um, by ordering some takeout for dinner?”
One hour, several cartons of fried rice, egg rolls, and tofu and broccoli, and a quick panic attack later, Donna leans across the little out door dinner table that they’ve set up by the pool, and says, “Okay. So, I have an idea.” When Cameron squints skeptically at her, Donna says, “…a different idea.” Taking a sip of homemade lemonade, Cameron says, “So not staying in California, making a palm pilot together, and falling in love?” With a rueful grin, Donna says, “I just keep on walking right into that one, huh?” Cameron grins back at her. “I’m just teasing, Boss. You know that I think it was the best idea.” This makes Donna blush happily.
Then she sets down her drink, and says firmly, “What I was going to suggest is, what if we go somewhere this weekend? I have Friday off, no real plans, let’s just get out of here!” “What, like, Sonoma?” Cameron guesses. “No, although it’s very nice there, more like, really go somewhere, that we haven’t been. Like, I say we just pack some small bags on Thursday night, and then we get up early on Friday, and we just go to the airport” — “Absolutely not,” Cameron interjects — “Or,” Donna continues undeterred, “the Greyhound stati— “ (she doesn’t bother to finish saying the words after Cameron looks at her in horrified bewilderment) “or okay, I know, the train station! We can go the train station and just look up at the departures board, and we pick out a place that’s an hour or two away, and just have the best adventure we can.” Cameron purses her lips anxiously, and Donna leans forward again, and says, “Cameron, you did the work. You did the research, and the thinking deeply, and the planning. So now, it’s just time to walk away from it for a day or two, and let the next stroke of genius come to you.” Grinning tentatively, Cameron says, sounding very young, “I do really like trains.”
Which is how they end up in Davis for the weekend. (They consider Reno, but decide to save it for ‘next time’ when they realize it’s 7 hours away.) Their train departs mid-morning, and they chat and eat their cheesy egg sandwiches and drink their coffees and gaze at the passing scenery and all of the stations they stop at. Cameron seems relaxed, and Donna has to resist the temptation to tell her, “See? It’s already working, and we’re not even there yet!”
They arrive at the Davis station in the early afternoon, where Donna scours a rack of pamphlets and brochures, grabbing every one that looks interesting. They take a taxi to a nearby hotel, check into their room, and rest for a little while before heading the state school’s campus to tour the grounds and admire some architecture.
On Saturday Donna convinces Cameron to visit the raptor rehabilitation center at the state university’s school of veterinary medicine and she agrees after realizing that raptors are birds and not velociraptors. (“Like is it really necessary to call a living species by that name?! Just call them birds of prey, it isn’t that hard!”) Cameron unexpectedly gets emotional during the rehab center’s presentation, hearing story after story about how the resident birds are in the center’s care because, essentially, they’re disabled: they have eye and wing injuries (often caused by humans) that prevent them from hunting. But volunteers look after them, providing the best quality of life they can.
(The volunteers also have resident ‘ambassador birds’ who participate in the presentations perched on their outstretched gloved forearms. When one of the volunteers says that they refer to this as ‘sitting on the fist’ Donna laughs out loud, and Cameron hisses at her, “Would you get your mind out of the gutter for once? You are mortifying me!”)
Donna grabs more brochures and picks out some souvenirs from the gift shop as an apology, and Cameron, suddenly inspired, picks out guides on bird watching and raptor care and the history of falconry. Cameron finds herself reluctant to leave, but goes with Donna to the museum that’s next on their list. When they get there, Donna jokes, “I really hope that you’ll discuss it with me before you decide to take in a pet kestrel,” but Cameron says, “Hey, can you hang on a minute?” She sits down on a bench in the museum lobby and pulls a notebook and pen out of her backpack. “I just thought of something, I need to get it down….” Donna grins at her, “Take your time, I’ll be checking out the exhibits. You’re welcome!”
The next morning they tour some of Davis’s many public gardens before going to the train station for the ride back to Mountain View. The trip goes quickly, Donna gazing out the window again, and Cameron scribbling in her notebook and looking through her new books and brochures. She’s surprised to realize that she’s sad that their adventure is over, but is happy to get back to work the next day.
‘A trip to Davis’ becomes Cameron and Donna’s shorthand for ‘I need a productive work break,’ and, naturally, Donna makes as many jokes about ‘sitting on a fist’* as she possibly can; Cameron pretends to be annoyed by it, and looks forward to their next trip, dreams about owls, and looks up local wildlife rehab centers to see if they need volunteers.
*I’m not making this up
#belated but i still had fun with it!#you can't convince me that cameron ISN'T secretly terrified that jurassic park will 'come true' some day in the near future#but anyways happy friday night bbs! esp to everyone who really can't risk going on spontaneous trips bc of the pandemic <3#better living through headcanons!#i've been getting big 'future bird watcher' energy from cam for a while now#just saying!#cameron howe#donna clark#donna emerson
9 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
ratcapone
Rat Capone
fangedtracks
ripe for destruction
evereinefaust
Evereine
tequilalover
Tequila Lover
myungtaro
nope