My dear mother

So, I called my little brother Timmy to ask him if I should tell mom about the mountain lion incident. After much thought, he said I should. On his authority, I did.
My mom's first response:
"That is SO neat!"

I think I worry more than she does.

Mom's second response:

"Oh, I'm a horrible mother!"

No your not, mom. Your all that I could ask for [except when in life-threatening circumstances....].

First Week of My New Job

Technical title: "Biological Science Technician"
Respectable title: "Owl Researcher"
Common title: "Hooter"
Location: Quincy USFS

Proper Job description: Work four 12-hour shifts per week. The work day begins at 17h00 and ends around 05h00, allowing the technician to see both sunset and sunrise in a single work day. A huge benefit to this kind of work. Technician must be capable of driving on mountainous roads in the area, using a compass, GPS, and topographical maps.

Improper Job description: you must be absolutely batty to do this work.

First week checklist:
- Observe spotted owl family of four from close proximity. Check
- Drink lots of coffee. Check.
- Observe family of 4 mountain lions from the safety and comfort of my truck. Check.
- Hike over mountains, cliffs, rocks and trees. NOT singing sound of music. Check.
- Take a 2 mile hike-out, call for owls, start packing up and notice the lovely eye shine and outline of a cat. Check.
- Proceed to drop anything unnecessary to the panic run. Check.
- Point radio at lurking eyes and turn squelch on high while making as much noise as possible from a 5'3" woman. Check.
- Creep slowly away, overcoming every natural instinct to run. No time for checking anything.
- Arrive at truck.
- Pray (maybe should have done this earlier) thanks to the Maker of me and mountain trylions.

It's true folks. There have been a number of scary moments in my life, but this definitely ranked pretty high up there. And so I end the first week of my new profession. My, oh my, what will the next 15 weeks bring....