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A relaxed start to the sunny day, allowing the patient to sleep in. Reluctant to leave with so much unseen. Ok, we will have to come back. We picked up our car at around 11. It is a 1.6 l diesel Golf with engine shut down when idling. It seems great. We drove out of Dublin following the taxi driver's instructions, " when you come to the church in the middle of the road, go right". It worked and soon we were on a freeway heading west. We stopped at Enfield to get our bearings, have a ...
I know that the journey of life is full of new welcomes, sad farewells and everything in between. But I don't like the last time of anything.
In fact, if I didn't know it was the last time, i wouldn't mind so much.
But knowing today was the last time I was packing down my tent called Rosie was tough.
Because it's not just a tent anymore.
It's been my home for over three months. I've had her for over a year.
Since I have started travelling and realising how much time I actually have, I have spent less time on the computer (not hindered by the fact I no longer have a laptop and a great explanation as to why my blog has been severely neglected over the past month) and more time reading.
So without further ado.
My day consisted of:
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... glove on our arm with a piece of meat hidden under our thumb. Our arm acted as a perch for them to come zooming in and land on our arm so they could take the meat. It was cool. They are so light and gentle. They are amazing creatures. A dog walked by and Inca, our hawk, immediately started screeching, her warning that it might be a coyote, a predator to her. In another instant she dived bombed into the brush ...
... away but it would keep an eye out for that glove (glove equals food). The trainer would put a morsel of tasty something or other into the glove between the thumb and first finger. With your arm stretched out, the bird would swoop down and land on the glove and gobble up the tasty morsel. The person wearing the glove would then move their arm forward, which was a signal for the bird to fly away. The process was repeated as we walked around ...