6/18/2026 Least Tern Watch

Jun. 18th, 2026 03:11 pm
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It's Least Tern Watch time again! U's did it several years before she asked me along and this is my eleventh year, though the government shut it down for two years during COVID. Today was the first of four shifts U signed up for, and while it's a different experience every year, this was really different. It's apparently a good year for fish in San Francisco Bay and the Least Terns (and probably a lot of bird species) and taking advantage of it. IIRC the number of nests last year was in the high 500s and that was a record, but so far this year they've counted 700 nests. We sit in U's car outside the fence and record the occurence of a number of behaviors. This morning we noticed immediately that there were far more chicks of all sizes, from tiny fluff balls to teenagers trying out their wings, than we had ever seen, and the sheer volumn of tiny, shiny fish being seized from parents and swallowed by hungry chicks was amazing. It was a quiet morning in terms of predators, just one Red-tailed Hawk that was scared off by the Fish and Wildlife person standing by for just this purpose, although if the over-flying Great Blue Heron (there's a long-standing nesting colony in some very dead trees not far away) had tried to land they would have gotten the same reception. They'll eat anything! It was also quiet in terms of other bird visitors. Aside from the two potential predators there was a California Gull and a Caspian Tern flyover, and I saw a swallow, most likely a Barn Swallow, skimming over the former tarmac. After our shift we drove out to the Bay across from the USS Hornet to look for Osprey nests. Not sure we found one as there was something odd about it, but the Caspian and Elegant Terns were making a racket at their nesting site beyond the fence. So a good morning all round.

bugling

Jun. 18th, 2026 06:31 pm
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This morning I watched a collection of shorts where retired racehorses react to hearing the bugle call that tells them a race is about to begin (played on their owner's phone).

This led me to look up

"what is the horse racing trumpet song called"

(catsman would point out that it is not a song. A song has words, except for a few specially called 'a song without words.')

It's "First Call."

This lead me to the Bugle Call Wikipedia page. I like listening to the samples. Some have given words, as in the last part of Reveille:

"The corporal's worse than the privates,
The sergeant's worse than the corporals,
Lieutenant's worse than the sergeants,
And the captain's worst of all!"

And while we're at it, here's an example of an elk bugle.

Other than that:

In late morning I spent an enjoyable hour on the SJs terrace, reading. And, oh yes, I made an appointment with a podiatrist.

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let's try

Jun. 17th, 2026 06:48 pm
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'Buying new shoes' was on my to do list for the month, but somehow I kept postponing it. I almost did it again, because 'today is my dental appointment', of all silly reasons.

The dental appointment was at 2:00, and I had all the morning (well, after 10) to buy shoes. So I did.

My walking shoes were pretty warn down, and my heel started hurting - on Sunday, I think. My first thought was oh no planters fasciitis. Then I thought, shoes. Get new shoes as a first step (p.s. they need minimal breaking in).

I'll see what it's like for a few days. I have to almost teach myself how to walk correctly on my right foot, as I've been doing a kind of roll to theside because of pain. If there isn't much progress I'll contact a podiatrist.

The thing is, I have just over two months before I go on a vacation that includes considerable (city) walking!

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6/17/2026 Inspiration Trail

Jun. 17th, 2026 11:17 am
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This morning I was parked about forty minutes before sunrise under dripping fog with 8-10 mph wind. It didn't get any better, but after thinking where else I might go, I eventually got out and started down the trail. The first bit was unpleasant but soon I was under the shelter of the ridge and it really wasn't too bad. I did decide I would go only to the corner and back as the trail along the open hillside did not appeal. Notably I heard not a single woodpecker but most of the expected birds were singing, including Olive-sided Flycatchers, a Western Wood-pewee, and two MacGillivray's Warblers. Best sighting was when a pair of California Quail popped out of the hemlock into the trail. When they took off flying into the brush on the other side I thought, why are there little birds flying with them, then realized they were baby Quail! They fly well for fluff balls the size of a song sparrow. The list: )

I was home by about 8.:)

car drama

Jun. 16th, 2026 08:06 pm
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Semi-drama this week: car-related.

It started when I drove to cz_moon's neighborhood for coffee Sunday morning. My 'low air in tire' light came on, in fact indicating the right front tire. I drove carefully there and back again.

I knew I should take my car to the garage as soon as it opened on Monday (8 a.m.) - so I did. The new guy was very .. well, "we have 35 cars with appointments today, we'll try to take a look at it but we can't guarantee..." I left my car there and took the bus home.

Somehow I managed to talk myself out of an anxiety attack. At worst it could be like this: I'd ask [livejournal.com profile] ordenchaz to drive me to pick up meals that day. If the car wasn't ready by 11:30 on Tuesday, I'd tell kitgordon that he'd have to drive to the book group potluck. My Wednesday dental appointment? I could take the bus.

I got a call in late morning saying that the car needed two new front tires, and a wheel alignment. Fine. The tires would be ordered from a distributor, and should be delivered by 2 o'clock.

At 4:00 the garage called me to let me know that the tires were delivered later than they had expected. They'd make sure they'd have a mechanic work on it as soon as they got to the shop the next morning (today).

I got a call that it was fixed and ready to pick up, about 9:30 this morning. I said I'd had started to worry. I had believed his promise, but "what if... what if the earth spun off its axis and something went wrong!" :-)

So I picked up my car (took the bus and walked ten minutes), and had enough time to stop at the co-op, then go home and relax a bit, before heading off to pick up kitgordon.

I felt decidedly relaxed when I got back this afternoon.

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Paphos Mosaics

Jun. 16th, 2026 07:41 pm
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The conference in Cyprus organised us a trip to the Paphos Archeological Park. This is an excavation of the old city, parts of which date back to prehistoric times, and there are definitely Greek bits but in the main it is a Roman city and it is famous for the mosaic floors.

Picspam Ahoy! )

6/15/2026 Lower Packrat Trail

Jun. 15th, 2026 03:13 pm
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It was overcast this morning and a bit quiet, but U and Chris noticed a number of adult birds feeding fledglings, including Purple Finches. I would have liked to have seen that, but as I was sitting at the Lake a Warbling vireo, fairly recently fledged I think and still fluttering its wings occasionally although I did not see an adult bird, emerged from the brush and spent a few minutes hopping around in some poison oak. Later we all watched a Dark-eyed Junco feeding a stripey baby along the edge of the Lake, and on the way back to the parking lot we encountered a flurry of activity: two Western Flycatchers were fighting noisily and I think a third was looking on but we were distracted from this unexpected event by a family of we think four Red-breasted Nuthatches. None of us got a good enough view to say that fledglings were being fed, but from all the soft twittering I expect that's what was happening. And remember my musings on the California Quail I saw on Loop Road two days ago? We heard Quail in the brush near the Lake. Who knows? The list: )

I warned U and Chris before we separated at the foot of Upper Packrat that if I was not at the Lake they should walk down Lower Packrat Trail from the north and pull me out of the brush. Fortunately they did not need to do so since the Parks folks had done some mitigation work on the trees that had recently fallen across the trail. Didn't clear them, mind you. I'm sure kids are loving the obstacle course but bigger people are not. In one case they made a way to get around the blockage one one side but did not clear the poison oak.:) I'm imagining all the little kids who passed me on the Trail (Tilden is full of kids' camps in Summer) popping out in poison oak rash on their faces and hands in a day or two. I was surprised, because the Park does clear poison oak along popular trails to some extent. I used my stick to break a branch and hook others out of the way for some improvement, then cleaned my stick with the alcohol wipes I've begun carrying. It's good to be prepared.

can't resist posting this

Jun. 15th, 2026 06:20 pm
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Sue! So poignant.

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Sue: actual T Rex at the Field Museum


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You may have noticed my absence from these pages. Aside from general busyness, I attribute this largely to the fractal complexity of family research, which has meant that every time I felt almost ready to share my latest findings, a new mystery opened up. So, I’m leaning into it a little bit. If all goes well, this will be the first of three posts on a person of whom I possess no image or manuscript papers, whose birth and death are alike mysterious, and who was in fact not a blood relation at all, but who played a central role in the family’s affairs over the three decades or so from the mid-1790s to the mid-1820s. This is Frances, also called Fanny, also called Fanch, who begins life as an O’Neill, then becomes a Butler, and finally a Sarmon.

There are three sets of mysteries I’d like to solve: one surrounds Fanny’s birth; the second the death of Charles Butler, her first husband; and the third the identity of “Daniel”, who may or may not be her son. I’ll do it over three posts.

So, Frances (or Fanny) Juliet O'Neill (or O’Neil) was baptized at St George, Hanover Square, on 17 March 1779. The figure on the right, which records the date of her birth, was clearly also initially written as a 17, but then altered to look like a 12. Whether that was just a slip of the pen, who knows? Either way, the parents are listed as “Clotworthy & Frances Oneile.”

Fanny's baptism record

The name Clotworthy O’Neill sounds pretty distinctive, and indeed it’s easy to find reference to a minor Irish aristocrat of that name from Shane Castle in County Antrim, who was born in 1688 and who died around 1749 in Bath, where he is apparently buried in the Abbey. So far, I’ve not been able to find any direct reference to his having children, but in 1763 another Clotworthy O’Neill – presumably his son or other close relative – pops up nearby in Bristol, where he marries a West Country heiress called Mary Arundell (1739-1793). A few years later, in 1767, they have a daughter, Phillis, who appears to be their only (legitimate) child. In due course Phillis marries a Clifton apothecary, William Mounier Yeo (1761-1809), “representative of the ancient and family of that name, seated at Huish, in the county of Devon.” Phillis and William live a prosperous life in Clifton and Hotwells, where the thriving spas of that era must have made the life of a high-class apothecary very comfortable, and they have a numerous children, including one delightfully called Beaple. William Yeo dies in 1809 and Phillis lives on in Clifton until her own death in 1846, aged 79.

Now, why do I think that the Clotworthy O’Neil who appears on Fanny’s baptismal record in London’s Hanover Square is connected to the Clotworthy O’Neil who became the father of Phillis in Clifton, Bristol, 12 years earlier?

The main reason, apart from Clotworthy’s distinctive name, is that in later life Fanny is a visitor to “Mrs Yeo” in Clifton, from as early at 1798 to as late as 1821. There is clearly some connection: either they are half-sisters (if their father is the same Clotworthy) or perhaps more distant relatives (if there are multiple Clotworthys).

In any case, Fanny’s mother, recorded as “Frances Oneile”, is clearly not Mary Arundell. There are no doubt other possible interpretations, but the most obvious inference is that Fanny is Clotworthy’s illegitimate daughter.

Between her birth in 1779 and 1798 I have no information on her at all. However, in the latter year, she pops up in the Butler household in 6, Cheyne Walk, where she is apparently already a fixture. We first glimpse her in this letter from Weeden I’s third son, Charles, to his elder brother, George, who is in Prussia undertaking a Grand Tour of sorts. The scene is the Butler dinner table, and the dramatis personae are Weeden I, his wife Anne Giberne, his eldest son Weeden II, his daughter, Harriot, Charles himself, and … Fanny:

Now and then you have been thought of but generally in this Case, to reassure has been the chief Object till fond Anxiety had partly gained the Ascendancy, when paternal Affection always closed the Scene with some short Ejaculation for your Safety and Welfare. My Father generally began with “I think he might have written, since his last.” “There has certainly been Time enough,” rejoin’d my Mother. “Oh, there’s no knowing,” replied Weeden. “You can’t possibly tell if he’s hurried, or were likely so & so, & may be this & that,” with a thousand different Conjectures that he has the knack of being capable of forming. “Yes, but my dear,” retorts my honour’d Father, “it is now so many days since he has given us a single line,“ for he has the Dates as pat and regular as a four Hours Watch. “I should not mind, if he was only just to say, I’m well”; and then he chalks it out, as clear and as easy as he would a penny post Letter. I generally try in these Cases to slip in a Word edgeways, and desire him to recollect that in War Time, the opportunities are not as frequent, and to wait the Event of the next Mail. “Ah! Well! Well! I only hope he’s in perfect Health, but it’s strange I have not a Word; however, I’ll not think of him.” This concludes the discourse about your Worship whenever anyone happens to start a Clue for your Enquiry, and Tranquility is for a while restor’d. On these Occasions, Harriet and Fanny generally remain mute, thinking I suppose that the least said, as the whole can only be Conjecture, is the best.


It is also in this letter that we first hear of Fanny visiting Mrs Yeo:

Fanny is return’d from Mr Yeo’s of Clifton, which is tout près, and I never witnessed a more favorable Alteration than she brings from thence. She is grown quite stout, looks exceeding well, us’d to get up regularly at or before six …, and in general without experiencing Fatigue, from the Exercise.


At this point Fanny is just nineteen. There’s no indication that she and Charles are yet an item, but a few years later, in April 1803, another letter from Charles (this time to Weeden II) leaves no doubt. This one is written just a few weeks after Anne Giberne’s death, and Fanny has clearly played a key part in looking after the stricken Weeden I – a task more necessary because Harriet has (as related in an earlier entry) had something of a hysterical fit:

When I think of Fanny I am in Raptures, when I hear from her, I am overjoyed and almost unhappy at the ideas of leaving her. When I yesterday saw her, I was particularly astonish’d at her Deportment & Conduct throughout the different trying scenes she has almost latterly daily encountered


“No one so capable as Fanny!” is the Austenian mot juste, I think. Indeed, if there’s an Austen book that her story reminds me of, it’s definitely Persuasion. This will become clearer in the second part of her story, though in this first part there’s also a slice of Mansfield Park, with Charles in the role of Edmund.

Anyway, on 3rd October 1804 Charles and Fanny are married in St Luke’s Church, their local church in Chelsea. The marriage is performed by Weeden I, and Weeden II and Harriot are the witnesses, along with the church’s curate. There are no witnesses from the O’Neil side of the family.

At this point, my main questions are:

1) What is the secret of Fanny’s parentage? Does she share a father with Mrs Yeo? Who was her mother?
2) When, and how did she come to be living in the Butler household? And how did she spend her childhood before that?

The story of Charles and Fanny, but especially of Fanny, is not yet half done, but for now let us leave them in connubial bliss.

'Twas on the Monday Morning...

Jun. 15th, 2026 09:33 pm
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White plastery footprints on a hall floor

The plasterer who was making good around the new windows left the most phenomenal mess throughout the ground floor of the house. In his defence he had tried to mop up. On the other hand, I'm not convinced he really knew his way around a mop and bucket and I'm mystified by the lack of dust sheets. Most of the ground floor was covered in a thin layer of plaster dust but thankfully we only have carpets on the upper floors so it wasn't trodden into anything difficult to clean. Some things had actual plaster stuck to them - most notably an attachment that came with our toaster for making toasted ciabatta sandwiches which now has plaster stuck to each corner. At least we never actually use it, so I can merely be mildly non-plussed - did he think it was some kind of plastering tool? A dustpan? who knows? It was stacked on top of the toaster some way from the site of actual plastering, so I don't think it was just random plaster splashes.

The plasterer returns tomorrow to tackle replastering of the pantry where a leak had completely ruined the old plaster.

I have invested in dust sheets.

UPDATE: Apparently the plasterer won't be here tomorrow...

Fred and Ginger

Jun. 14th, 2026 08:39 pm
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Today [livejournal.com profile] bluesail_tobyx and I were trying to remember the name of a song. It was not sung by Fred Astaire, but while looking at his credits we found many a memorable song. This is one.

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two days

Jun. 13th, 2026 07:41 pm
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This has been the tale of two days. The weather both days has been fresh and pleasant (if windy) but my mood couldn't have been more different.

Yesterday I didn't do much (got gas), and spent nearly an hour at SJs, sitting over a coffee. SJs has a room with 'garage' doors that can be opened completely when the weather is nice. I was out of the sun, and the breeze was wonderful. I read, and felt good.

When I had the usual 3 a.m. wakeup I thought instantly of things I had planned to do this summer, and that I had done none of them.

Today, like yesterday, I didn't do much - but I felt a deep sadness. Yes, I know that if I had "done something" I would (supposedly) have felt better, but I was just.. stuck.

btw the things I'm talking about have to do with exercise, strength training, and dealing with the more-than mess in my apartment. Time slips away.

Another day, what? We'll see.

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6/13/2026 Loop Road and Laurel Canyon

Jun. 13th, 2026 02:10 pm
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I gotta stop going up to Tilden on Saturday! This week I parked at the Loop Road gate just as the Bay Area 100 folks were coming through. At least they did go through, never to be seen again.:) I started out by 7:30 under fog, which I mind less there than on the Inspiration Trail because it's not on the ground and there's rarely much wind under the tall trees. Happily it was clearing by 10 am. First surprise was a House Wren! I hadn't heard one in weeks, but this morning I heard three and even saw one. Next surprise was a Turkey Vulture perched fairly low in a eucalyptus not so very far off the trail. Waiting out the fog? They were gone when I returned. I walked up almost to the Peace Grove connector trail, further than usual but not was far as last time. Soon, I hope. Most of the usuals were around, though I never heard a California Scrub-jay nor a Black-headed Grosbeak, which seemed odd. The list: )

The third surprise was two California Quail foraging on Loop Road. It's always unexpected to see them where there is frequent traffic, and I wonder if it's the same pair we saw quite a few times in the Nature Area last summer. Speaking of wondering about unknowable things, while I was resting on the Loop Road bench at least two Common Ravens were making quite a racket down in the canyon, probably along the road to Jewel Lake, reminding me of the Ravens and the Great Horned Owl two weeks ago. Maybe they were at it again.

RIB is gone

Jun. 13th, 2026 08:15 pm
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Today I sold our RIB, Annic Nova, and her new owners (a family with four young kids) came to collect her. They had driven four hours on a hot day starting at 7am (with a baby!) and they didn't even want to give her a test run (I suppose it would have been difficult to do so safely, since I hadn't brought enough PFDs for four kids, and don't have anything suitable for a baby anyway).

Still, it felt like a lot of trust they gave me for all that money and effort from them, even though we had taken her out earlier in the week to get a bit of video at their request.   Pp had fun whizzing around while I took some video from a pontoon. It was  a bit too windy to comfortably go out to sea, which was a pity.  I would have taken her out for one last run on Sunday if they hadn't been quite so keen to come pick her up. 


She sold via Ebay in the end. I also advertised her on Facebook Marketplace, and on Apollo Duck (a specialist boat ad website). Apollo Duck was the most expensive, and the least effective place to advertise.

I'm kind of sad and relieved. It was an amazing thing to have a boat to run out to the islands, to float among the puffins and seals.  She was very fast and very fun to drive, but she was also undeniably noisy, thirsty, and expensive.

I am hoping I may be able to go out in Mew the Mirror tomorrow: a much quieter, cheaper and slower kind of boating. 

from the 21st century lol

Jun. 12th, 2026 07:59 pm
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I heard this some years ago (ok pre-Covid) over the soundsystem at JCs and wrote down the obvious lyric (title) so I could find out who was singing it.

The Raconteurs are one of Jack White's many projects, post The White Stripes.

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I have written things!

Jun. 12th, 2026 10:33 pm
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Two fics in two weeks, gosh.

The first one is simultaneously not really fic and extremely fic: it's a smutty sequel to faites-lui mes aveux, a somewhat chaste I wrote for [community profile] femslashex... getting on for eight years ago now, good grief. I'm not sure it makes much sense without the original original, but never mind.

ardentes, folles, enfiévrées

(Neither of them are actually in French, and I translated pretty much everything I quoted, too.)

The second one is part of the magnificent weirdness that is [community profile] intoabar. Harriet Vane goes into a bar and meets Mercutio.

through the long horror of that piteous night

I have a third fic in the works but it's been that way for a long time and I don't know when I'll get it finished. 11000 words and counting. I've also been working on some original original stuff, which again I am not sure that anyone else is going to want to read, and again, I don't care, I'm just glad to be writing.

Random Iron Age Remains

Jun. 12th, 2026 08:19 pm
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A hish stone wall, slightly curbed.  Before it is a collection of thin upright stones, another wall and slow thin stones set in the earth marking what look like room boundaries and a hearth.
Broch of Gurness, Orkney

well, I never...

Jun. 11th, 2026 06:45 pm
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I felt tired and headachy much of the day. Do you know what? I think it was the front that went through!

Yes, even a front that brings cooler, dryer air can give me a persistent little headache. Grr!

This didn't help: in mid-afternoon I glanced at the thermometer and saw it was 78F inside! (25.5C). I opened windows, and it's gone down to 73.

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6/10/2026 Inspiration Trail

Jun. 10th, 2026 06:33 pm
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When I woke at 3:45 I didn't feel great so I took Vitamin I and curled up with the cat (Siamese male, very possesive) for an hour and a half before heading up the hill. Thus I started my list a half-hour after sunrise and while I doubtless missed fun stuff I still got a good list. Both California Thrashers were singing, although one of them had moved off a ways, as were both MacGillivray's Warblers. Surprises in the sense that they should be here but haven't been lately were Red-tailed Hawk, possibly a first year bird, and a Downy Woodpecker. Always fun to hear all five resident woodpeckers. The list: )

Another day with no sounds of Canada Geese or Wild Turkeys in the distance. OTOH, it's been a very long time since I've heard as many Pygmy Nuthatches as I did today.

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