The robins came back,



calves are dropping in the fields.



Iowa, it's spring!

I wanna live in Jamaica.

1. A tiny, yellow, Jamaican bird. Can someone identify this for me?

2. Bob Marley's thinking rock. He would sit on top and think of lyrics.

3. The zion party bus. we rocked this bus so hard. They served us rum punch and played "Legend." 4. The countryside was beautiful and green.

oh yeah, I got into an art show in New York at the Limner Gallery. Check it out at

http://www.slowart.com/limner/current/upcoming.htm

Creek Finds. Left to right: Pleistocene Horse tooth (super old), bison tooth, bison tooth.

Kick ass day.

the sights of Cozumel.

1. The palm and shoe filled skies of Cozumel, Mexico.2. I think this may be the DMV.

3. An immature brown pelican chillin with floating garbage.

4. tagged.

5. We saw a dolphin and his trainer on our way back to the boat. I waved to the pair and the trainer asked the dolphin to wave his flipper at me. Amused, I pulled out my camera to take a shot. The trainer signaled the dolphin to shake his head "NO". It was pretty damn funny.

(a feral chicken race in the Cayman Islands. They're nose to nose!) The Cayman Islands were beautiful. The water was clear and blue. The sky was cloudless and infinite. The ancient ocean left behind limestone structures that looked like mini mountainsides. There were sea turtles and stingrays to touch and feed.

Feral chickens?

Oh, yes. I learned a lot about stingrays and aquatic turtles while cruising round' the Caymans. But I was totally fascinated by the ubiquitous feral chickens. The lil' fuckers were everywhere. They were at the gas stations, the Pizza Hut, on the side of the roads, they were in Hell (hell was an attraction we visited...so, yes, there are chickens in Hell).

How'd the chikens get there, Jane? Well, the tour guide told us that hurricanes knock fences down. When a fence gets knocked down whatever resided inside that fence has "flown the coop."

After a particularly bad hurricane in 2004, the chickens took over.

So, there you have it...Feral Chickens in paradise.

A coyote on the snow covered ice of the Desmoines River. (this photo was taken during mating season...about a month ago)

vacation cigar!

There is etiquette for every indulgence. To TRUELY understand etiquette it is important to do the wrong thing as often as possible until an aficionado grows tired of you and corrects your incorrect behavior.

I smoked a lot of cigars on the trip. I thought the cigar brand belts were awesome. They were super ornate and should be turned into beautiful gold jewelery. So, I kept the belts on while I smoked the cigar. This is a faux pas. In the cigar smoker's world its considered rude to keep that brand on your cigar, you're supposed to take it off after the cigar has been lit.

This is a great site where you can learn how to be a jerk the right way.

http://www.cigartrends.com/etiquette.php