Today I killed a Sparrow.

I was undertaking a driving lesson in the Skenemobile, in which I was egged on by Mr. Skene to proceed along the road to Turriff at the highest legal speeds. I was about halfway to Aberchirder when a Sparrow made the quite fatallt foolhardy decision to fly out in front of the car. I can only hope that its collision upon my side of the windscreen killed it instantly. I don't like the image of it writhing in agony for hours as it tries to cope with its newly and partially liquefied insides. The Darwinian in me tells me it's just natural selection, that a bird that stupid has to die so it's stupid genes are never passed on. But, inadvertantly or not, I have taken a life. Sigh.

Went to work at the Aquarium, to be greeted by some squid gutting, followed later by my participation in what has to be the least succsessful General Feed ever. It went as such: Jillan (nice, pleasant girl from Turriff) begins the display by accidently knocking the feed dish into the tank. This floods the dish, but does not cause the loss of all the food. It does make the fish in the tank go apeshit, and generally puts Jillian off kilter for the rest of the feed. I take over, barley managing to keep my voice level above the gathered throung of Buckie High School students, who then all leave the aquarium after the fist tank has been fed, leaving about 6 or so members of the general public. I feed the next couple of tanks to allow Jillian to regain compusure, after which point she resumes feeding and talking, albeit with a very red face that she cannot lose. She then went behind the scenes to feed the "Sub-Literal" tank (I assume it contains metaphors and ambiguites), leaving me to tell the visiors about what is going on. Now Murphy's law goes plain weird. I can only assume that barometric pressure were playing havok with my capillaries, because for no apparent reason whatsoever, my nose began to bleed profusley. I excused myself as politley as I could leaving poor Jillian in the lurch somewhat. Her conversation with the public, I am told, went something like this:

Jillian: "Where did Andew go?"
Joe Public: "He had a nosebleed"
Jillian: "What, someone had a nosebleed?"
Joe Public: "No, his own."
Jillian: "?"

Bleed averted, I joined Jillian at the toutchpools. Jillan pointed out some of the new baby crabs that had been bought in recently. Later, some little kid was pointing at the floor. We looked. A very small baby crab was scuttling about on the floor. So we ended the Feed with a kamikazi crab. I wanted sushi.

Home again, and calamari was on the table for dinner. I had gutted squid earlier. Do the maths.

I won't be in this weekend as I'm off caming at Mill Shore, near Pennan as part of a big Aberdeenshire SCUBA diving jamboree type thing. Should be fin. Sorry, fun.

Have a good one youself, and Have a better day tomorrow than I had today.