Showing posts with label Bufflehead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bufflehead. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

We took a 30 km drive yesterday and the spotty tent caterpillar
damage extended the entire way. The worms themselves, as 
they are call here are either webbed up or drying out, it has been 
quite hot. 

Now for something a bit more cheerful



 “DUCKS’ DITTY.”

All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim—
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call—
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!

Wind in the Willows

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

"This is the phoenix the solution
Of a true perpetual motion
darting up from its own dust
On a wing that rides at rest."

from Now 
by Robert Finch

This young Bufflehead has not yet mastered flying.
Having spent more time on the slough we realized
this was a female distracting us as the young escape.





"The spirit on
its furious fins
flashing above
The sea of sense"

The Flying Fish
by Robert Finch


Saturday, June 24, 2017

"We could go there and live, have a place, 
a shoulder of earth, watch days 
find their way onward in their serious march 
where nothing happens but each one is gone. "

from East of Broken Top
by William Stafford


Congratulations Lynda!!!

We took the canoe down to the small slough
directly in front of the cabin. On the way we
saw a Western Red Lily the provincial flower,
Lillum philadelphicum var. andinum.


Our disappearing pension, via Rose Breasted Grosbeaks.


We were looking to see if the higher water level would allow us
to drag the canoe directly to the larger slough. It will for now.

We saw the Red Necked Grebe that has nested in front
of the cabin with a chick on her back.


There still seem to be three eggs in the nest but she does
not seem to be brooding them


Every activity by the cabin is scrutinized by the Phoebes,
in the slough the Red Winged Blackbirds take over.
And they are not quiet about it.


 My pretty?


The way to the promised land, the other slough


This Bufflehead family were unimpressed with us . I am 
not sure if all these chicks are hers, ducks are like that.



The slough curves around (hence the name Banana Slough )
and the other side is pretty much cut off from any road or path.
Which is fine with this doe,


 and her fawn, 



who has a lovely spotted coat.


 While circling one of three beaver lodges within 
few hundred meters of the cabin to see a shorebird
we found it was also used by a Garter Snake.
My brother in law has seen them dive for leeches
while he was working in the water, they are obviously 
more comfortable in an aquatic environment than
we realize.


The cabin on it's shoulder of earth.


The whole grebe family take to the water.


We were always screened from the other slough until this 
year when the tree sharks ate them. This afternoon Helen
pointed out White Pelicans on the larger slough. If you squinted
you could see them from the couch. Cool!



Not a great photo but I took it from the front porch, cool again.


"Somebody spoke and I went into a dream."

from A Day in the Life
by The Beatles

Saturday, May 25, 2013


"On either side, those dear old ladies,
the loosening barns, their little windows   
dulled by cataracts of hay and cobwebs   
hide broken tractors under their skirts.

So this is Nebraska. A Sunday   
afternoon; July. Driving along
with your hand out squeezing the air,   
a meadowlark waiting on every post.
 
Behind a shelterbelt of cedars,
top-deep in hollyhocks, pollen and bees,   
a pickup kicks its fenders off
and settles back to read the clouds.
 
You feel like that; you feel like letting   
your tires go flat, like letting the mice   
build a nest in your muffler, like being   
no more than a truck in the weeds,"


from This is Nebraska
    Ted Kooser

So after visiting with family in Saskatoon we are back 
on the road to the cabin and farm. It was still a brown 
landscape however in the week we are there the trees 
will leaf out for our green spring.





Helen took the following shots of White Pelicans as they
circled above the cabin. We have lots of positive memories of 
beautiful White Pelicans floating down the river when we
worked on an archaeological site in Nipawin Saskatchewan
so it was great to see these birds here.

"A wonderful bird is the pelican,
His bill will hold more than his belican,
He can take in his beak
Enough food for a week
But I'm damned if I see how the helican!"


I have seen this attributed to Lanier Merritt Dixon 
or Ogden Nash. I do know it was a favorite of my
father-in-law John who farmed this land for many years.





 
 
My pictures from the cabin were not great, but I wanted to
include this Bonaparte's Gull because they are fairly common
and I had always wondered were they nest I assumed it was
by the rivers. I finally looked it up and learned they nested in
spruce which we do have but they are not nearly as common
as poplars. So a goal to add to my list, see a nesting Bonaparte's.
 
 
Brown Headed Cowbirds were sadly common.
 
 
A Yellow Rumped Warbler, the only warbler I saw
but we did spend most of our time working on the
cabin or in the hardware store or driving back and
forth to hardware stores.
 
 
 
The Bufflehead by far the most common duck on our property on this trip.

Another Cowbird I think.
 
 
The Phoebes are nesting underneath the cabin, since it is raised
4 ft from the ground they have lots of room. 
 
You can see a few green leaves,
 
 
but it was still mostly a twiggy time of year when we arrived.
 

 
"She looks for wiggly fishes,
At least so it appears,
To stuff inside the suitcase
That's swinging from her ears.
And though she's very graceful
When flying round and round,
How does she get that faceful
Of luggage off the ground?"


    The Beak of the Pelican
   J. Patrick Lewis




Wednesday, July 11, 2012

But the mother and child reunion


We are working on the cabin but 
the other evening we took the canoe out on
the slough in front of the cabin. Thanks Ralph








"But the mother and child reunion 

Is only a motion away"


             Paul Simon



The female Bufflehead seems to have acquired
two broods as there is a size difference. There were
at least 17 chicks.




The always melodious Song Sparrow. 



A Spotted Sandpiper I last saw one a few
weeks ago in downtown Calgary quite a
change of pace.


The yellow flower was a Small Bladderwort
waiting to pounce on insects, go figure.


 "I allow myself eddies of meaning:   
yield to a direction of significance
running
like a stream through the geography of my work:   
   you can find
in my sayings
                         swerves of action
                         like the inlet’s cutting edge:
               there are dunes of motion,
organizations of grass, white sandy paths of remembrance   
in the overall wandering of mirroring mind:
but Overall is beyond me: is the sum of these events
I cannot draw, the ledger I cannot keep, the accounting
beyond the account:"

                                        Corsons Inlet
                                                      R.A. Ammons

Oh 

Little darling of mine. "