I'm a CVM candidate.

Yes, yes. I'm in vet school now. I'm learnin' about animal doctoring and talking companion avians with anyone who will lend an ear. It's wonderful and grand and absolutely draining me with how incredibly social I need to be every day. Things will get lovely and, despite what people keep saying, I love memorizing countless latin-based words and can't wait to get shoulder-deep in my horse cadaver.

The last couple weeks leading up to school were spent with my family in the UP of MI and caring for small, fluffy animals at the animal clinic; one of my favourite patients was a little fawn who I secretly and fondly referred to as "Flower".


Flower had a broken leg and would return to us from the deer rehabber every few weeks for new splints. I eventually began to take advantage of her sedation and give her little cast decorations.



I really miss my cat up here. He's at home with my family right now. I raised him from the tender age of 8 days old and I never thought that he would wiggle into my heart at hard as he has. He's also obviously a huge supporter of Netflix, another reason why we click so well.

Then I went to the UP. Anyone who has never been is missing out in a serious way.







The UP is a beautifully rugged wonderland where it's not uncommon to find a sketchy petting farm attached to an illegal fireworks warehouse. I loved the bird portion of the farm; it was literally just a fenced-in barn filled with tons of species of semi-domesticated avians that would never encounter one another in the wild--basically, it is what I imagine a heaven would be like. I went in, hoping I would be able to pet the emu or at least handle a chicken, but I was almost immediately chased out by a territorial, hormonal rooster.


Piebald and leucistic peafowl? Check.


I'm not lying when I say this place is gorgeous.


I caught a very wee yellow perch [and promptly released him/her].

Wow, okay I'm just dumping random pictures now.

My dead thing collection before packing it to move.


Tinier dead things.

And lastly, a small art dump.

(Toes for scale)

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 I'm hoping to finish this soon.

 Freehanding is such an awkward gift because people can either choose to believe that you actually freehanded the image or not. For what it's worth, I freehanded this parrot at 2 AM with a gel pen and went to bed so satisfied.

 Tangrowth

This fuzzy Corvid-man has been growing on me (obviously...there are 2 pictures here) recently. He's so easy to draw and really plays on my love of drawing lanky, sinewy bodies, butts, and awkward genitalia (not seen here).

Now I need to head out into the world and buy a new router, amongst other equally exciting things.