Watching warblers and their kin
Finally, the sugar buzzards are here! We are so excited that we now have two separate feeding stations, because otherwise the number of natural locations (think, flowers) might prove insufficient. At least we’ve got the recipe mastered: some sugar, some water, a steady hand when pouring into the plastic contraptions.
I don’t go wandering in the woods, but it’s a thing around here. Coupled with bird identifications, the knowledge base continues to grow. Even I (might) recognize some of the warblers, now that they’re in my field of vision for the better part of the day. Yes, we run a soup kitchen (seeds, actually) for the feathered visitors.
Next thing to watch for: tourists. Following the announcement (yesterday? It’s a blur, folks) that we would allow seasonal residents, the government is getting a lot of backlash. This is not what most “real” residents want, right now. Keep the Island clean and healthy! I don’t have any cards in the game (I self-isolate by nature), but I worry about the neighbours.
Another big (and totally expected) announcement is that there are too many lobsters for the processors to handle. I mean, no market, no workers… I haven’t seen any pictures, but I suspect that frustrated fishers are just days away from tying up and waiting things out. Fuel, bait, crew: fixed costs. Against non-existent sales, you either continue insanely, or you go home and watch the birds. Like me.
And elsewhere in the world? What elsewhere? I haven’t been more than a half hour away from my front door in months.
