When it comes to identifying the various clients of our seed dispensers, I’m a recognition rookie. Turns out that the robins don’t care for my fare, and when the usual (blue jays) give space, all kinds of new and interesting faces show up. Like this one.
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Ever play “frozen tag” when you were a kid? This afternoon, when a front passed through, my local temperature fell from 26C to 8C in just over three hours (mid afternoon). Now, there are no kids in statue poses around the yard, but that’s probably due to the lack of kids. Just kidding, almost.
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While reading through the list of “video games about to be inducted into the Hall of Fame”, I found myself worrying over whether my all-time favourite had made the cut. It had, a couple of years ago. Tetris. Let the world fall on me, as long as order is maintained.
posted in humour, pets, Wx | Comments Off on Where would we be without each other? | 258 words
Half-past eight, in the evening. Local time. Around me, things are darker than usual, because I’m a participant in the worldwide Earth Hour. Can’t tell if my neighbours are involved; distance and heavy tree cover change the mood. I did notice an invitation on the electronic sign, as we drove through town earlier.
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An early spring, by all accounts. As proof, I note that we’ve already transported three squirrels to new homes in the primeval forest, several small rivers away. The running water may slow the return to our bird feeders for a bit. Unless, as I suspect, the species understands the concept of highway bridges. We’ll see.
posted in food, pets, travel | Comments Off on The benefits of warming weather | 252 words
The dog may not realize this, but I am proactive on his behalf. Not to be caught with my head buried in the sand, or worse, with the head of a tick buried in his flank, I bought him a brand new flea and tick collar for the upcoming season. Why, one announcement claimed that the wee buggers are active once the temperatures get up above 4C. Today we barely scratched thaw levels, but it’s just a matter of time. We are now prepared.
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I’m going to have to find more exciting things to do with my day. Right now, I’m starting to identify (closely) with selected lyrics from the music of my youth. An example:
posted in genealogy, pets | Comments Off on Lyrical identity | 259 words
Unsure if we were part of the same storm system, but today the Island got the wind chill. Meanwhile, 700 km away, the Rock got the wind. Lots of it, if the photos from the #nlwx on Twitter were evidence.
posted in pets, Wx | Comments Off on Wind chill is better than wind damage | 254 words
My guess: the dog expends the largest portion of his energy hunting for food. Not from hunger; he gets his bowlful of kibble, on schedule, every day. No, this is more of a hunt for “better” food. Open the refrigerator, or the pantry. Remove the package of cheese. Count to two. Check the position of the dog. Unless I’ve played the fake by putting him outside first, I will be under close scrutiny. Is this a canine cry for assistance, or just the only way he has to show he belongs to our pack? Other than taking his place on the bed, of course.
posted in pets | Comments Off on Cross-species worrying | 257 words
What to do, when the news channel seems to be screening a dystopian film? Should I start stocking up on the tins, like a demented prepper (that’s not the same as a preppie)? Should I get to work on my solar panel array now, before the cloud of despair from the world screens out the sun? Or just pet the dog, and turn back to the keyboard (computer or piano, it doesn’t much matter)?
posted in humour, pets | Comments Off on Life in a dystopian novel | 251 words
