As it turns out, yesterday's luna moth indeed prophesied good things to come. Lately I've been prowling some of Lafayette's best birding turf in search of a red-headed woodpecker. My persistence paid dividends today when we were treated to not one but two stunning examples of Melanerpes erythrocephalus. For 20 minutes we watched as a mating pair circled Celery Bog in search of succulent, six-legged sustenance. As if that wasn't enough, we officially achieved woodpecker nirvana when two pileated woodpeckers came bopping along. I could hardly believe my luck and was almost surprised that an ivory-billed didn't turn up, just for the hell of it.
Now I invite you to enjoy these pictures of me drinking a Booth's martini on the rocks with a twist and three olives. Notice the sweating glass, my quavering hand, and five elements--gin, vermouth, ice, citrus, olive--merging in beverage perfection. What a miracle I was able to hold the camera steady:
Over the years I've cultivated a certain skill in mixing very excellent martinis. That is not meant to be a boast but the recognition of a lifelong pursuit come to fruition. But where I really excel is in drinking a martini. Call it a vocation, a genius even. We all have our talents; I'm one of the lucky few to have realized his early in life.
Happy Saturday, everyone!