#so instead we just have to distract ourselves. like yesterday's last tour sucked SO BAD but i saw caroline's favorite bird

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at griffin's wharf we have descended into the winter madness that comes upon us every year when ticket sales drop off and every tour ends up being like 3 people in town for a business meeting who stopped by and are not at all happy w their choices.

as a survival mechanism, we all get very invested in other aspects of our work day, such as:

obsessively documenting the different markings on individual house sparrows so that they can be recognized. at this point in the season, we all know the male with the completely white feather in his left wing, and that he is Caroline's favorite.

someone taking on a completely unnecessary project for their own amusement and everyone else following along and pledging support. previously it was Drew's attempt to paint a self-portrait as Mr. Prince Hall using a plastic container shaped like a bear. now it is my attempts to sew a tiny outfit for a toy rabbit that was left behind by a guest.

hiding a life-size wax dummy of Captain Hezekiah Coffin in new and increasingly frightening places