Day 115

3.386 km, a little further every day.  Cool in the forest, warm in the sunny meadow, stumbled on a large black wing and then various other feathery bits, but no bones or head that I could identify.  I thought maybe a crow, although they seem too clever to be caught, but there are little tiny brown edges to the end of each feather on the wing, and I don't think crows have that, so I have no idea what poor bird it was which met its violent end on my running path. 

Another bird which has returned is the red-winged blackbird, a dark bird with a flash of red and yellow epaulettes on each shoulder.  They have a strange call, ending with a sort of screech. And females are completely different, resembling large chipping sparrows. 

female red-winged blackbird

male red-winged blackbird

Technology is so incredible in so many ways.  On the one hand I loathe the fact that no matter what I search for, if I am searching images there will be a naked woman showing me her bum or something that somehow got on to the page.  Last night when I looked for an image for "All Cows Eat Grass", the spaces in the bass clef, sure enough, there was a naked girl, in amongst all the musical notes and the actual cows eating grass. 

On the other hand, I have found a barn owl webcam in Texas, where a female is sitting on five eggs!  So I have another incredible "show" to keep track of, along with my osprey.  (Apparently, I have the porn industry to thank for just about every video invention, including webcams, so thank you, pornography, although you have my very pure and passionate hatred for all your women-degrading nastiness.)

Years and years ago, in the 90's, Tim was testing out chatrooms for the computer science department at Rhodes, when these were just starting out, and  a young Dutch woman contacted him and began flirting outrageously, and then sent him a topless picture of herself, saying it was "'n bietjie pikant"!  And when Emma, who was a teenager, tried the new webcam Tim was given, men just trained the camera on their penises.  What in the world prompts this desire to immediately want to show strangers their private bits and pieces? The human race has some very weird predilections.