I was happy with the swirling dust on this page. It may be my favorite thing about it.

One time I climbed (with my previously mentioned friend who has no fear of heights) to the top of a local mountain that I won’t name, since doing so is frowned upon by authorities. I came back with a large feather that I like to think belonged to some majestic eagle or falcon. But was probably just a vulture of some kind who dropped it while eating the carcass of a rabid skunk.

That pretty much sums up the experience I have with climbing and wild birds. Although I have been pooped on by them…more than once.