Monday, February 04, 2013

Sick. Of. The. War.

Looking longingly at that old Dream Job.

It's come up again.

Puffin-counter on Skomer Island off the Welsh coast. £12,500 for four months "work". Living on the island included.

There are lots of puffins there. They need to be counted.

It's important.



James C. said...

12.5K pro-rata per annum but I'd still do it! Away from the war indeed. A place like the coast of Wales or Northumberland or the Hebrides is delightfully far away from the bacteria in Westminster, but a living must be made somehow.

Jon said...

Surely you're my long lost sister.
Cancer, Traditional Catholicism, paleo-conservatism, and now ornithology. Gotta be genetics.

Anyway, many years ago, as an upstate New York lad, I used to wander around Sapsucker Woods at the Cornell Ornithology Lab, pretending to be Roger Tory Petersen. In college I took a single memorable class in Field Ornithology. It required being up on a Friday at 4:30am to head out to the frozen shores of Lake Champlain in hopes of catching sight of a snowy owl that thought it had reached "south for the winter." I think you got an "A" just for showing up.

Nowadays, I day-dream here:

Hey, if the Wales gig doesn't work out, there's always The Society of Yukon Bird Observatories.

Hilary Jane Margaret White said...

I've always loved puffins. Even the name. Puffinpuffinpuffin...

Teresa B. said...

I should sign my two high school children up for this. It could be an extended HomeSchool field trip.
Then all would be well in my home.
Or maybe I should just apply.
Though I would probably have Hitchcock nightmares about birds.

Hilary Jane Margaret White said...

Oh, I'm sure the Puffins didn't participate in the genocide in that movie. I bet they were all like, "Chill you guys, the humans aren't so bad. They don't really do anything. They just count us."