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| May 17, 9:35 a.m. |
It's May 2-4, and it is planting season.
The hummingbirds continue to feed and fight over the 4-hole hummer feeder! Not to mention the various birds that try the feeder, like the goldfinch!
Vulture migrate from our region. Joe Brian and I sit on the back deck and watch them. We are happy to see them soaring on the winds up above. My cue is to say, "Look alive!" as they only eat dead things.Barry Beaver is losing water to evaporation in his wetland river. Since I wrote this, we had a nice dump of rain.
I left Cinn sniffing, then called him to resume our walk. He's been very hesitant to go out in the forest alone. This is a good thing. He'll just sit on the deck and watch Fred and MiniFred. He roars across the lawn, out in the open with me.
The Aspen is close to falling. Oopsie, it fell since I wrote this. I could hear it creaking. More on this later.. Firstly, I was waiting for my coffee to brew. Cinnamon and I were on the back deck. We heard TWO barred owls calling to one another. Back and forth, deep in the forest, down the hill. Now, I could have gotten dressed, it was a cold 10 ℃, but I thought I'd just leave them alone. I have photos!
June, 2014
Friday I'd found owl mute, and searched around. I found an owl pellet. I brought it up to the house to dissect it. Too bad the grandies aren't around to see it!
Barred owl hoots twice, robin harasses her! June, 2016:
Standing on the back deck, still waiting for coffee, Cinnamon had his head poked out between the glass. A hawk of some sort swooped by, right under our noses. You should have seen Cinn's eyes! Big and wide, and greatly concerned. He's been watching the phoebes coming and going. As well as Fred.
It was silent, and glided on by. Grabbing my camera, still in housecoat and jammies, I threw on my clogs and ran around the house. All I found was a red squirrel, sitting twitching its tail. Very concerned. That'd be breakfast for a hawk.
I am thinking it was the broad-shouldered hawk. There aren't many photos of hawks from above them, on a fly by, but I distinctly recall the black and white stripes.


My youngest kid works for StatCan.
There are some ignorant people who don't know why we do a census.
This is the perfect summary:
This isn’t the self-own you think it is.
— Mark Gerretsen (@markgerretsen.bsky.social) May 10, 2026 at 3:51 PM
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I enjoy critters both large and small. OK, maybe not the bugs, but we have to take the good with the bad.
Caitlin gifted me with a hanging planter for Mother's Day. It's been chilly, so I bring it in at night.