That's no way to treat your wife

 

As part of our tick avoidance scheme we decided to have designated outdoor clothing, mine are tick repellent. These were hung on hooks outside the cabin. After a very cold night Helen went to put her sweater on and found a tiny field mice looking up at her. They are now stored inside. 

We have had Baltimore Orioles around the cabin for many years one nest is to the side of the porch. We never had much luck with an Oriole feeder, it was expensive, ignored except by a determined hummingbird and now it leaks. When I saw them trying to use our nice sturdy hummingbird feeder I put out navel oranges. The other day this became a bone of contention. But I am sure like most marital squabbles they will work it out. None of the other birds have shown any interest in the orange which is just as well. Sunflower seed are a lot cheaper.

“Neighborhood What do I care that they’re tearing down the nice old houses and putting up brutal ones? Before very long, I’ll be just a breeze blowing around town, trying to avoid all the wind chimes.”

Billy Collins, Music Tables:Poems

"A wonderful bird is the pelican. His bill can hold more than his belican."

“Anyone with quiet pace who

walks a gray road in the West

may hear a badger underground where

in deep flint another time is”

from Walking West

by William Stafford

I should never have stopped updating my blogs. They serve as a valuable resource to supplement my faltering memory. They improve my grammar, spelling and vocabulary. They are a wonderful way to share my photos, And they send me back to my many poetry books to find snippets to adorn my posts. 

We came to the cabin June 7th this year, our trip delayed by some medical tests, an all to  familiar consequence of aging. We had just finished packing the car when Helen got the alert telling us of the major water main break in Calgary, a situation that is still not resolved. So we are missing that. However we have to go back to Calgary in early July for a week or more and they may still be working on it. It is interesting how fragile our cities and our societies can be.

The first day here we had an adult and immature White Pelican exploring the slough directly in front of the cabin, they could easily be photographed from the cabin. They worked their way around the edge scooping through the weeds with their nets, filtering up, I assume luckless salamanders and frogs.The slough seems too shallow for fish. We have never seen any in this slough before. Unfortunately their search and our enjoyment of it came to an abrupt end when they entered the territory of a Red-winged Blackbird who drove them both off. 

As for the summer this far it has been exceptionally cool and very wet. The rain is welcome as many parts of the prairies have had years of drought conditions. However it has brought a huge number of ticks a pest that has only moved into the area in the last few years. I have required antibiotics several times after tick bits so this has reduced my wandering around the property despite bug spray and special insect repelling clothing. So we cutting back grass, checking bedding, clothing, the dogs, who are on medication for ticks, and each other on a regular basis. Today we plan on dragging one of the canoes down to the near slough thru the call grass so that will be interesting.

My late father-in-law John who always quoted this snippet by Ogden Nash would have loved to see them. Whenever one of the family sees Pelicans he springs to mind. A wonderful gift.

"A wonderful bird is the pelican.

His bill can hold more than his belican."

 

And again

 

"so I came straight off here, through the Wild Wood and the snow! My! it was fine, coming through the snow as the red sun was rising and showing against the black tree-trunks! As you went along in the stillness, every now and then masses of snow slid off the branches suddenly with a flop! making you jump and run for cover. Snow-castles and snow-caverns had sprung up out of nowhere in the night--and snow bridges, terraces, ramparts--I could have stayed and played with them for hours. Here and there great branches had been torn away by the sheer weight of the snow,”

                                                         Wind in the Willows

                                                                    Kenneth Grahame

Snow yesterday, snow today. And blimey, if it don't look like snow again tomorrow. And an appearance by the abominable Snow Whateley

 

The snow started Tuesday night and looks like it will continue for awhile. Still it is fairly light and not to cold. And Whateley is a fan.

Here,

I’m here—

The snow falling

Issa

Snow and home again.

"No wiser now 
Than the spellbound child
who first beheld beguiled, 
Long seventy years ago
Enchanted snow."

                                               Enchanted Snow 
                                          Melville Cane

After mentioning that there was little snow, it snowed on Jan. 5th, the day before we were heading back to Calgary.

Then winter arrived with a vengeance. I sent this email to my family on Jan. 12th.

"We are okay. We had to go out for a minor medical errand this afternoon. The temp registered outside the cab, we made no attempt to start the car, was -35. That was not the wind chill. I did do a bit on the walk this morning and I said to Helen it was about as cold as I could ever remember. Nina and Whateley are only out for a minute or so but sometimes Nina limps in and has to be carried up the steps from the landing."


But it is supposed to warm up on the weekend.

It has been a long time since we had a cow day.

 

I believe this unusually coloured cow is referred to as Mousey, but I find it is best not to get attached. 

Golden

Golden lay light upon the sill

after lunch, after school.

Day lingers slowly, a patch of light,

time pursues day retreats

but the moving trail is still new

and I wonder at the golden pool.

The window still speaks of sun

after night after years, decades of time

I see that golden time, still.

Guy

One of my older poems.

We are getting a few flakes at present, these photos show how much snow we had last January.

"White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly."

from Snow, by Archibald Lampman