Today I am doing what we call "lab sampling". It means lots of walking and digging and carrying lots of very heavy bags of soil, labeling them, dipping clods of soil in liquid saran, hanging them on clothes lines that have been strung between whatever tree or bush is available and usually a spade jammed into the ground. It means lots of other things as well, and it's actually pretty satisfying work. real.
This afternoon, the review team leader from Davis and I went to a sample location without the rest of the crew to sample a soil in a politically sensitive site. Beautiful day actually, breezy, not too hot, brilliant skies, grass still green, shade of an oak tree to work in. Many miles from any kind of civilization. Not bad at all.
The two Sue's we call ourselves, Valley Sue and I am Sierra Sue. So Valley Sue is writing something down on a label and I am digging away at the pit when, silently, the Easter bunny drops in. No, not a rabbit, not a real bunny. An Easter Bunny Balloon. It just glides in from nowhere and gently lands on the knoll about 10 feet from where we are working. And looks at us. The bunny is grinning and his ears are upside down because he seems to have lost some of his oomph. So he laughs at us. For about five minutes he laughs at us, resting on his little knoll. We look at each other and laugh and say, "Gee, maybe we should take him home". And just as quietly and gently the bunny leaves, lifted into the air by a gust of a breeze, and off he goes.
Now that's just plain random. and weird. and very very funny. We laughed the rest of the day. We never did find the bunny, either.
This afternoon, the review team leader from Davis and I went to a sample location without the rest of the crew to sample a soil in a politically sensitive site. Beautiful day actually, breezy, not too hot, brilliant skies, grass still green, shade of an oak tree to work in. Many miles from any kind of civilization. Not bad at all.
The two Sue's we call ourselves, Valley Sue and I am Sierra Sue. So Valley Sue is writing something down on a label and I am digging away at the pit when, silently, the Easter bunny drops in. No, not a rabbit, not a real bunny. An Easter Bunny Balloon. It just glides in from nowhere and gently lands on the knoll about 10 feet from where we are working. And looks at us. The bunny is grinning and his ears are upside down because he seems to have lost some of his oomph. So he laughs at us. For about five minutes he laughs at us, resting on his little knoll. We look at each other and laugh and say, "Gee, maybe we should take him home". And just as quietly and gently the bunny leaves, lifted into the air by a gust of a breeze, and off he goes.
Now that's just plain random. and weird. and very very funny. We laughed the rest of the day. We never did find the bunny, either.
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