Faster than a speeding (whatever it is)
Our little patch of woods, just beyond the front door and separating us from the highway (quiet country road, down to the end of the island) is full of surprises. Today, for the first time, we watched a new animal come racing from the trees before diving under the step. What was it? Well, we’re not really sure. Synonyms abound, so we might have watched a weasel, or an ermine, or a stoat. I’ll ask someone that knows these things, while I draw a word picture. No actual photos (it was racing!)
Elsewhere in our wild kingdom, I got my first photo of a snow bunting. Not just another bird, apparently. Tick off the box on the bird list.
It’s not all about the animals. Winter is half over, and so it’s time to turn on the TV and tune in to the Scotties. Curling. A bit of an annual tradition around here, where we watch the familiars go toe to toe with the newcomers. We’re good for a week of intermittent entertainment, with no actual stone throwing (on our part). The competition looks a little older (what a difference a bit of pandemy makes). The theme music hasn’t changed, and I’m keen to see what’s new in the world of agricultural machinery. Around here, there’s not much need for tractors that can haul a machine around the back five hundred. I don’t have names for the apparati, but it provides valuable education for people that know nothing about combines and drills and whatever (me). I’m developing brand loyalty, if nothing else. Go, New Holland, Go. Big Blue!
