Steve and Judy's Travels!

  The migration went away when May did.  We haven’t birded much since then.  It’s not like there aren’t still birds around.  We’re just spoiled.  We watch and enjoy the birds at our pond, but we don’t really go after anything.  But Sunday, we heard there was a brown noddy at Horace Caldwell Pier.  A brown noddy and a sooty tern too.  Both accidentals here.  Very few records.  Both lifers for us.  We went.  We saw.   We saw brown pelicans, laughing gulls, royal terns, least terns, pigeons, grackles, surfers, fisherpeople, a small hammerhead shark (They called it a hammerhead, but it didn’t really look like a hammerhead to me.  The head looked more shovelish.), trout, blue sky.  Didn’t see any noddies or sooty terns.  Nice day on the pier though.    

  …about food.  More specifically, I’ve been wondering about what our ancestors ate.  Not our immediate ancestors like the ones from before there was a McDonalds on the corner, or the generations before that, the farmers who ate what they grew, but the ones we really evolved from.  The hunter/gatherers that lived for hundreds of thousands of years, thousands of generations, with essentially no change.  What did they eat?   They probably ate anything they could get their hands on, pull from the ground, pick from a tree, chase down and kill with a stick, or find dead lying along the road.  They were probably hunter/gatherer/scavengers.  Fruits, vegetables, animals, bugs.  I wonder if they ate any beans or grains.  Could they eat anything that had to be soaked or boiled before it was palatable?  Can you walk through a field of wheat, nibbling off seeds from the top of the stalks?  Is there any nutrition in that?    

  A frigatebird flyover.    

     

  Mom put this on her for no reason…   Well, actually, Annie had some surgery.  The Elizabethan collar helps the stitches stay in as long as they’re supposed to.