Earwax, Anyone?

A personal highlight of the trip Jacob and I took to the Kansas City zoo...in one of the aviaries this fellow perched on my shoulder and, ah, snacked on whatever may have been in my ear and/or hair. He stayed there for several minutes before flying away, and causing some other visitors to think I was staff.

With my wounded eye maybe this is confirmation that I should wear a patch, sail a ship, and join the world of pirates? Nah.