Hopefully our hometown heroes come up victorious tomorrow against the Vikings for the NFC Championship series, and proceed to the Super Bowl on February 4th.
Going into the third week of January already, I’ve been biting my tongue so much to keep from breaking my resolutions about not complaining and to be more compassionate that it hurts, causing me to talk like Sylvester the Cat, or Daffy Duck.
“Thuffering thuccotash! Thath dethpicable.”
As for losing weight, well, let’s just say I haven’t gained any since the last time I weighed myself; although, the daily intake of fattening food has been reduced by about one third. It’s tough giving up those desserts.
The arctic vortex left us as quickly as it developed, thank goodness. It’s been seasonably cold overnight, but at least the daytime warms up to the point of my not dressing to look like the Michelin Man when going outside, as pointed out a couple of weeks ago.
Today was almost springlike in the Philadelphia area as I spent the afternoon at one of my favorite bird-watching spots, hoping to catch the Pennypack Park on the Delaware River bald eagles’ soaring about. They were both around, but remained perched in their nesting tree.
That’s Pete on the upper right, while Patty is closer to the tree trunk. I’m presuming they’ve mated already. The female was hopping in and out of the nest the entire time I was there. It takes about a month afterward for the eggs to drop, and then a five-week gestation period before hatching.
A northern harrier buzzed by the nest and continued en route to a destination unknown in its quest for dinner:
And lastly, at least for the birds, a bit of color added to the otherwise drab-winter landscape of the park:
It seemed like many of the faces I hadn’t seen since the fall showed up this afternoon. It was a reunion of sorts. Nice to see fellow bird-watchers around again. Cabin fever must have forced them out of their houses on such a nice day.
Leaving at sunset, I had to get the requisite shots of the Philly skyline from the environs. The sky was ablaze as if a chariot of fire descended upon the horizon, obscured by trees and industrial buildings in Northeast Philadelphia:
Click on the thumbnails above for the full-size shots.
Sales of my latest book, Sarobia: Sanctuary for Human Beings, Birds and Animals, have been dismal. Marketing isn’t one of my strong points. I really hate to see those whom I follow on Social Media, plugging their wares constantly day in, day out; but that’s what one has to do, I reckon. I just can’t put myself to subject those who follow me, with the same habitual nonsense.
Another thing I found out about those who are hooked-up to the Internet is people don’t want to pay for anything, expecting everything for nothing. Perhaps the original price of $7.99, set for my hard work and processing the large multitude of original slides from the former mysterious estate that were transformed to digital images, was a bit too much for John or Joanna Q. Public to pay.
So with that in mind, I lowered the everyday cost to just $3.99 at all outlets, which can be found on this journal’s side bar.
In the daily statistics for this blog, I see a lot of folks coming by to read about Sarobia, according to their search-engine keywords. The book’s chapters were originally posted separately here, but are now password-protected and not free anymore. They are still listed on all the major search engines as being located in my archive at WordPress, however.
I was hoping some of the visitors would spring to buy a copy of my e-book, but mostly no cigar. It’s their loss along with mine.
Click here for Amazon Kindle, one of the more popular outlets where the tome can be found at the drastically reduced price. I would most appreciate it if you would pick up a copy.
Thanks in advance for your consideration and your continual support.