We just received this from Bowsprite, the mad and wonderful nautical illustrator of New York Harbor. "Puffin in da house! But of course this trippy groovy piece will make me think of you!" she writes. So here it is. Thanks Christina!
Alec and Jack (my nephews in Oregon) hanging out with the Great Puffin of Portland (or so I shall refer to him.) Alec is a seagull man himself, so I'm glad to see him accepting other seabirds, as Jack's t-shirt recommends. Jack has good taste in all things.
Previous niece and nephew sighting at the Oregon Puffin can be found here.
With the bulk of the Puffin/Wind Chimp community up north snowboarding at CD's place (wish I coulda made it!) I have no tales of derring-do (or doofus do) of my own to share. So thank you Bill Nightingale for sending this peach...Alaska wakeboarding (featuring a special appearance by a puffin 56 seconds into the video.) Enjoy!
Every year on February 2nd, Peconic Puffins emerge from their burrow and consider their shadows. If there's a shadow, what does it mean? Should I visit Bill and Hulse in Puerto Rico? Take the wife to Bonaire? Check the seals on my drysuit? Or just bring my fin collection to the kitchen table, do some winter maintenance with sandpaper, and daydream about April wave sessions at the Bowl?
The druids celebrated the midpoint between the winter solstice and spring equinox (though the date is off by a week...not bad for people without decent iPhone apps) and in Punxsutawney I've read they used to hunt groundhogs and then have a barbecue. But those were the old days. This Groundhog Day I'm gonna check my drysuit (and dream of Bonaire.)
(Photo courtesy Gareth James at Geograph. And if you're wondering what the kayak & cucumber blog set have to say about it, check out the Groundhogma on Frogma.)
The Wolf returned to the water a few days ago, sufficiently recovered from a dinged knee. Peconic Jeff noted that this event took place on the auspicious day of a Wolf Moon. I asked Jeff (who knows about moons) when the Puffin Moon was, as I am desperate to get back on the water. Jeff did some research and said "I don't know...all I found for "Puffin Moon" was this:
Peconic Jeff put me on to The Mighty Sven, a puffin in Happy Feet Two (penguin movie...been there done that. Would do it again, too...penguins and movies go together!) Sven is said to be "a tufted puffin passing himself off as a penguin who can fly."
Passing himself off as a penguin? I think they've got that backward. Puffins don't want to be penguins (why would they...penguins don't fly, and who has the better beak? The soulful eye?)
The Mighty Sven...if you're ever out east come sail with the crew. Thanks Jeff for spotting a brother Puffin!
RIFF, the Reykjavik International Film Festival, is Iceland's number one film event. They say they are, so it could be true. Certainly they're the tops with us at the Peconic Puffin, because RIFF's grand prize is...
The Golden Puffin!
How cool is that?
There are puffins all over the RIFF website...some appear to be silver...and there's a giant (well, man-sized) golden silhouette of a puffin. Puffin puffin puffin! Works for us.
(Director Jim Jarmusch displays classic puffin affection as he gnaws lovingly on the skull of a golden bird. A big shout-out to Jennifer for netting this unusual bit of puffinry!)
No boards or sails here. Sometimes puffining takes me to strange places. This young lady is named Rhiannon, and was a member of a puffin club (a penguin may have been involved as well.) In addition to puffins she blogs about fashion. I have a GREAT puffin tie, but no photo of me wearing it. Something to do in April...
I've been reflecting (ie feeling sorry for myself) on the lack of SUPing (missed ALL OF WINTER) and sparse windsurfing conditions of late. I will be off the water for the next week, but will still have windsurfing stuff here (particularly if Jeff shoots any new photos!)
Surfboard craftsman and waterman Rotorhead sent the alert:
"AKC Welcomes Three New Breeds The American Kennel Club is pleased to announce that three new breeds became eligible for AKC registration on January 1, 2011, bringing the totally number of registered breeds to 170.
(let's skip #1 and get to the point:)
The Norwegian Lundehund is the only AKC-registered breed whose original purpose was puffin hunting."
Puffin hunting? What the heck? That seems wrong (though maybe broiled puffin on a hot dog bun with mustard is a treat.) But back to the Lundehund:
"Today the breed makes a loyal and playful family companion."
Puffins have ALWAYS been loyal and playful. But my wife and I are thinking about getting a dog, so maybe the Lundehund would be a good choice.
(Puffin on the left: "You ever seen a Lundehund?" Puffin on the right: No, but I saw The Black Swan. Overhyped!" Lundhound pack: "Easy, boys...let's sneak up on 'em slow.")
The Peconic Puffin has been receiving a steady stream of email urging us to address the Canadian Pooping Puffin political commercial "scandal" which targets Stephane Dion, a liberal. I have resisted, because in Puffin algebra, the pooping puffin commercial is to puffins as the anti-John Kerry windsurfing commercial is to windsurfing.
I will note the fecal theme that seems to delight certain conservatives. Back in 2004 the director of President Bush's campaign was dubbed by his friend and boss "Turd Blossom". In the Bush administration a trusted adviser is equated with a flower that grew out of a pile of shit.
And we wonder why the country is in trouble.
Here's the video:
For good news about puffins, check out these posts. And as OG Peconic Puffin Avery would say: "Don't be a poopy face!"