Although my last post about Cecilia was written and posted in the middle of the night, hours after finding out about her illness. It is still all true and relevant. No matter how melodramatic it may sound. I am waiting to hear from the surgeon about options and risks. Hopefully soon. I feel like I can't get anything accomplished and move on until I make decisions.

Today I clasped a Swainsons' Hawk to my chest while someone else took a dremel to his beak and talons. Interesting view of his insides as he tried to maim my face.