I just finished my Spanish lesson for the day. Or for the double-day. That is, I did not do one yesterday, unfortunately. I spent yesterday, instead, working on the layout of this blog. The UI, vole. Yes. The part that this small pine marten hates. Overall, however, I have enjoyed my experience with ember.js and plan to continue its use with the new version of the radiotracking apparatus. I have big hopes for that project. If it falls by the wayside like many of my projects have in the past, I shall take it up with concierge in this special bed and breakfast in mustelid-land.
The plan now is to walk to the tiny shop (Alas!! The only shop the tiny town of Cihuri has!) and purchase some sort of alcoholic beverage. Tonight is Maribel‘s very exciting presentation on her wildlife adventures in Canada. Yes, that means Madis and I shall drive to Logroño (a place to which I aim to move come February or March). I’m absolutely sure that I shall consume a great quantity of wine during the dinner we are being served. I mightily look forward to this hedonism.
Today was the last day of tracking. I am saddened, disturbed and partially astonished by the results. I came here knowing our aim was the European Mink (Martes Lutreola, vole), of course. I did not expect that we’d only (meaning not just Madis and I, but EVERYONE) capture one. In contrast, twelve American Minks (Neovison Vison - see the difference, vole?) were trapped.
I had also convinced myself we’d snag a Stone Marten (Martes Foina, old timer) or seven. Others did. I believe three were boxed in total, but none by anyone I was with at the time. I worked with Madis and Maribel, only. Perhaps I should stay away from humans with names beginning with nasal, labial fricatives.
So, off to the shop.
