Garbage fire of the vanities

Scheduling this to go out later in the day after writing it in the morning might have interesting effects in these times. We shall see.

Look, I don't really have anything to say yesterday. Approximately 90,000 things happened yesterday and so my brain was in a constant ping-pong state all night.

UK politics would be deeply funny, in a schadenfreude-laden way, if the outputs and outcomes for real people weren't so bloody bad. But still, hopefully the other clown shoe finally drops soon.

Yesterday was also a weird confluence of animal interventions. We've been hunting our favourite pigeon since Saturday, as she had a strung foot. We managed to grab her and sort it at last, and as a bonus, she doesn't hate us now. We also saw a grounded pigeon on the way to an event and had to divert to get it to a rehabber. (It's upsetting seeing them on the ground at night -- they can't get home and they're just huddling and hoping.) And then we had to try to keep two dogs from cornering a baby fox.

Our 'idiot fish' in the quarrantine tank doesn't seem to be learning how to float any better, either.

The title of this blog seems a little appropriate now that it's 70% about animals. Oh well.