Poets In The Wild.

So, I'm just wandering around, right? Just minding my own business. Kinda bored, really. Looking stupid, I'm sure. You know, just sorta lost on campus, when outta the blue I feel this compulsion to go to the bowl. This is what I found on a random Tuesday afternoon:


Like I've said a gajillion times before, there's gajillion things going on at Rogue. Including, but not limited to, wild poets in their natural habitat. I've found that if you are very quiet, you won't scare away these docile, delicate creatures. Oh, and whatever you do, don't feed them. Their systems are fragile and your good intentions could very well kill the last of this nearly extinct breed. If we are careful, we may be able to get native poets off the endangered species list by 2015. It's difficult to tell from the video, but these are hatchery poets, all clipped and tagged. And, as beautiful as they are, there are even more rare specimen--wholly wild grown. Don't see too many of those anymore. I blame global warming.