It was a beautiful frosty morning, and we walked around Green Lake before getting started on the day. Our efforts were rewarded with our sighting of a bald eagle on the highest bough of a tree, right near about Aurora and Seventieth. The bird sat there for a long while in the yellowish-gray morning light, looking around, and then spread its wings and glided out of the tree. It flew northeasterly for a bit, and then turned right over Duck Island, and headed south until we lost sight of it. Sweet.
Now, back to work.
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Sung to the tune of "Rawhide"
Grading, grading grading,
Keep those adjuncts grading,
Grading, grading, grading
Fi- Nals
Yeah, it sucks, yet it was hilarious when it was in my head.....like many things it should have stayed there.
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