The past couple days, I have kept my eyes focused on finding these delightful residents (and about the only delightful resident) of Texas. They are bountiful near the base and enjoy hanging out, surprisingly enough, by the road.
The roadrunner is about 56 centimetres (22 in) long and weighs about 300 grams (10.5 oz), and is the largest North American cuckoo. The adult has a bushy crest and long thick dark bill. It has a long dark tail, a dark head and back, and is pale on the front of the neck and on the belly. Roadrunners have four toes on each foot; two face forward, and two face backward.
Roadrunners can run at speeds of up to 15 miles per hour (24 km/h) and generally prefer sprinting to flying. Roadrunners will fly to escape faster moving predators such as coyotes.
Habitat: The roadrunner is an inhabitant of the deserts of the Southwestern United States, Mexico, and Central America. Roadrunners live in arid lowland or montane scrub and are often widely dispersed in the dry open country with scattered brush.
In other news, my dad was totes on Antiques Roadshow tonight. He was holding a western oil painting while the dude signed off the show. He had this ridiculously silly grin on his face while he “tried” to avoid looking onto the camera. Moth to the flame…
I passed my first navigator school test, Introduction to Navigation. I’m continuing through Fundamentals of Navigation (the hardest section) reasonably well and will start flying in two weeks. A captain came in to brief us on what it was like to be a C-130 nav, but I couldn’t get over how douchey he was. The Air Force is trying to get a bunch of navigators (Combat Systems Officers) to come in and brief the different air craft and tracks the program splits into. I’m leaning towards taking the Electronic Warfare Track in a few months, which would kind of ditch navigation (although I still would technically be a navigator) but specialize in jamming radar, enemy threat systems, dropping bombs and being a general airborne badass. It might help me move into more high-tech operations someday (hello, NASA!).
Lastly, I may or may not have shaved an anarchy symbol into Larry’s back hair a few minutes ago…