So, as I understand it, you breathe into a tube and a machine measures something.
If you score 10 or higher, you are lactose intolerant.
If you score 5 or lower, you are lactose tolerant.
I scored a 0.
We did the test twice since the result seemed, well, negligible?
I think I am one of the lucky few who have an actual obligation to eat ice cream.
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We're being skulked by a skunk.
We'll be sitting in the den and suddenly I'll run over to the window and peer out, trying to spot her.
J asks, "Honey, what exactly do you think you're doing?"
They're so fearless and beautiful. I'm not stupid enough to mess with her. I just want a glimpse of her as she wanders through our yard, leaving a trail of musk so distinctive that it may beat out cut grass for the true smell of summer.
I haven't seen her yet, but I know she's out there. A smell that strong can't hide forever.
Several times lately we've heard a screech owl.
A mature screech owl is a dignified and haunting call. If you're curious, listen to the whinny sound on this site: "The Owl Foundation".
A few years ago, we were guests at my mother-in-law's house. At 2 am I woke to sounds from a horror movie. I was absolutely convinced that the neighbors had puppies that were being eaten alive. If you want to hear something similar to what I was awoken by, listen to the 'nestling food cry.'
Hopefully the sound of the adult I heard does not precede being woken by the second later this summer. They'd be done with nesting by now, right? right?
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I checked out all of the owl sounds. Didn't hear any like what I remember from my childhood. A really loud "Whoooo, who, who, who, whooooooooo". Now that I think about it, I don't recall having heard an owl since I was a kid back in Texas.
Your new picture looks good. (But not very motherly!)
-- Dad
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