I dont think that it was the cause, but maybe it contributed. I want to be really careful to not start going down a path of making excuses for him.

Phew, what a day! I had a big hike today, saw 23 otters and a harbor seal, there was a -4.8 ft tide, so I got to do some good tidepooling. I found a big rock with fossils in it, I decided to bring it back for my dad, so with my pack about 30lbs heavier I set off back to my truck. By the time I decided that it was a terrible idea I was too close to the truck to give up. So now my shoulders are aching, but at least I brought back a big rock? Its a really cool rock! It has layers of sandstone, coal and clay, there are shells in the clay and petrified wood in the sandstone and coal.

I got home about 5:45 and just as I was getting ready to make a cocktail my phone rang. This is the kind of thing that makes me NOT love my job. There was an injured eagle at one of the little airports. I deal with sea otters, exclusively, but the airline didnt know who had sent it over, or who was supposed to come get it. It had been there for 4 hours! I couldnt get ahold of anyone who works with eagles, so I went in to pick it up and took it to the vet. While that was going on I got a call about an otter so I headed back to the beach and spenta while looking for it, I finally found it, someone had buried it! So I picked it up, paperwork can wait till tomorrow, or monday for that matter! It was after 10 before I headed home.

I am disgusted by the eagle thing. It got there at 330! I just dont understand! The only reason I got the phone call was because a guy I work with out in the villages on the otter stuff happened to be catching a flight home and heard the story! The eagle is now resting comfortably at the vet clinic waiting for trasnport to a raptor center, It has an injured foot and is dirty from sitting in its own poo in a dog kennel for 4 hours, but seems to be ok otherwise.

I guess I gave the wrong finger to the wrong man...