7 days ago, the Dixon household grew to 22 individuals. 12 bipeds, 4 quadrupeds, and 6 fish. 10 of the bipeds in question are Bob White Quail Cheepers. These little guys are quite an experiment.
They came to us via a friend who hatches quail for a hobby. I thought initially that since we have ample habitat and relatively few quail that introducing these little guys would be an interesting experiment. However, upon doing some serious research and asking some important questions of my DNR friends I realized that most pen raised quail barely see 1 year of age, and risk introducing parasites and disease into the environment. Therefore, I nixed the grand operation to release them into the wild.
As Christmas approached this year my anxieties were quite bad, and just like most things that develop in the mind, my anxieties were far worse than the day itself.
I want to extend a warm thank you to everyone for trying our experiment this year. I think I was the only one guilty of purchasing something that was neither wanted, nor needed, just because I enjoyed the novelty of it. (I still have the right to return it, if we so choose). Continue reading
I spend a lot of time trying to figure out what I enjoy about the holidays and what makes me ball up in the fetal position around the holidays. I think I have narrowed it down to a few key features.
The anxiety that eats at my soul is gnawing on me again. I am not sure whether this phenomena is related to culture, astronomy, physiology or psychology, but it is clear that there are triggers that manifest themselves, and cause me great embarrassment, discomfort and disappointment.