Locked in combat
Among my earliest recollections concerning birds and their habits is the relationship of the robin and the arrival of spring. I believed it to be so; these birds went south for the winter, like so many Canadians. To my dismay, a robin showed up on my deck, this afternoon, seeking food. We tried raisins and oranges, in lieu of worms. And, in Google, I learned that many of these birds now winter over, given that the season isn’t as long or difficult as in earlier times. More proof of climate change? Perhaps.
This is the final day of play in the #STOH2020. Although the champion won’t be known for several more hours, my trust in the ability of the Homan rink remains constant. All those jokes about “playing 3D chess against checkers” are applicable.
Earlier this afternoon, son #3 put in a panic request: what to do to reopen the hasp on a steamer trunk, in the absence of the matching key. Now, I’ve been down that road, and YouTube has a number of videos that show the astuce required. I sent the links, and within minutes received confirmation that access had been restored. All it required was a bit of string and a bit of patience. In that order. Hopefully, the next move will be to put into place a prevention plan, but I’ve done my part as a parental educator. Locks can be beaten; the cheap ones are easier than the good ones. A valuable lesson, that should be taught to everyone, before the need is manifest.
And at the end (after 11 ends), the big trophy heads off to Manitoba. Little matter; it was a great tournament to watch, from the comfort of my living room.
