Monday, November 9, 2009

Fishy stories in my world


To answer the question from my previous post:
Yogi♪♪♪ thought it a fish
Mary said...
Good mystery...turtle?
Blair:
Either a turtle or a muskrat.

Oscar (right) hasn't a clue.
and -in truth - I am not sure, either! But it was either a minnow or a tadpole. Both were up and about in the 16 C. temperatures of Sunday.
The tadpoles were dancing, heading towards the light. The dark, short days, and the blackness of the pond, make it difficult to photograph anything. I apologize to my more experienced lurker-photographers! I did many things: fixing the focal length, changing settings. It is just a hard shot to make!

I am learning to take my time. Since recovering from depression (at the death of both Mom and Dad, and months of caregiving, quitting work, etc.- for more...read my book: Living and Dying With Dignity!) I am learning to work with people again, to make decisions, to take my time, and to savour the sights, sounds and smells of Muskoka. My photography is my meditation.


I sat, perched on this rock (neighbour's home on the right, overlooking the lake) and watched the pond's fauna. Neighobur is trying to fill the marsh behind me with leaves, and I hope she will lose the battle. Her property line cuts through the pond, to my despair.


Back to the mystery.

For certain, the snapping turtles are still about, fish deep in the depths, but Patch's death left a hole in the pond, so to speak, which has not been filled. They do cruise the waters. The amphibians, for the most part, are snoring happily.

But the tough tadpoles still cruise around. They pop up for air in the stagnant pond, breaching the pond's surface.


The minnows dance towards the light.
Still, they remain in the dark, making them difficult to photograph.
They are so cute.
Basically, it was either a tadpole or minnow. I am not sure.

The leaves are falling, and floating then sinking into the pond. The tadpoles swim to the shallows, where the Sunday sun warmed them. Today (Monday afternoon), with a brisk wind and clouds, but warm air temperature of 16 C., the pond temperature is about 8˚ C., according to my aquarium thermometer. The lake is 9 ˚ C.
Soon it will settle into its winter temperature of 4˚ C.; that is what my reading tells me.

And well you might wonder, where do the fish come from?

The pond is isolated from the lake, but in heavy spring rains has been known to flood, crossing over the rock.

Minnows, anxious for the shallow shore, and the heat it affords, cross the divide. They have existed in this pond for many years, reproducing in good years and bad, I know not how!


MWT WhiteWe call the rock "The Whale's Back", where hubby walks his cat. It divides the pond from the lake. I am standing on the dock, which sticks out into the lake, to take their photo. This is where our wedding photos were taken, lo these 7 years ago!
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Thank you for visiting My Muskoka!

/The Muse of Muskoka (to quote my cyberfriend Cloudia ), but more a-musing that muse-ful!

Your MyWorld Team:
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Is it a bird? or a plane?

The sights and sounds of Muskoka are wonderful. Here are a few for you!

After a glorious fall day, I spotted some fauna still about. Not truly 'Indian Summer' since we haven't had a good frost yet, but a warm day that exceeded all temperature predictions. Many were out and about on the land and in the air.

Raking leaves, on the gravel driveway in my t-shirt, was a lovely treat. With the thermometer on the deck registering 16 C., it was bliss.



The melifluous song of a chain saw prevailed again; planes were about. (I counted 3, captured 2 - no guns, just the camera!)

Oliver and Sady were playing 'chase me', having a blast.

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The bugs were about; lots of ladybugs today, plus spiders, and grasshoppers. Oliver managed to snag 2 or 3.
And he is still hungry!





The pond, with a skim of ice the other day, has warmed up.

The ducks were happily patrolling the shore line.



The light levels are very tricky, with the sun low in its penumbral solstice.

I must say that I realized it was a working meditation as I have learned to sit, wait and be patient to get the shot.


But to get to my mystery...
what do you think this is?

Sunday, November 8, 2009

the theft and the clues


While people still ask me what I do with my (retirement) days, there is a certain ritual to the diurnal rhythm of our lives. Between our volunteer work and our daily rituals, life is good. My dream, to retire here in Muskoka, has been fulfilled, having inherited my parent's home.

On Thursday, the bird feeder had filled with rain, I spotted Rocky raccoon drinking from the dish, the bird seed long gone. By Friday, the water had frozen, like the frog pond, with ice foreshadowing what is to come.

Normally, I go outside, in the chill of the morning, and put out or fill up the 'bird' feeders. I use the term loosely, as the 'coons, squirrels, flying squirrels, mice all share the feeders at various times of day or night. The cats take up their posts, after they have been fed, knowing where to wait silently, sphynx-like, hoping to play. The squirrels use the deck railing as a Nascar track; looking for food and escaping the cats.

The lake calls me, since the lake, the land and the air are never the same on any day in a row. I often wander down, camera in hand, looking for beautiful images to carry me through the day.
This morning's feast for the eyes came in the form of the fog, God's hand massaging the land, as it comes to terms with the gradual cooking of the water and the land temperatures. Scientifically, it is called 'temperature inversion' as the water is giving off its moisture, but I prefer to think of it more poetically!

It is so calming.

Next, comes the feeding of the three cats. Sady, allergic to regular cat food, is on an expensive vet food, Oliver eats anything (e.g., frozen muffins) and Mitz, with her social-emotional-psychological issues eats whatever we can get into her.



This involves feeding the first two, kicking them outside, and putting out her favourite (cheaper!) food, which she eats with her paw, flipping it over the frige door, floor and placemats, designed to make clean-up easier. Needless to say, we have to wash the floor daily.

And so, they all line up in the kitchen. This is how, with the evidence outside, I know the cats were not responsible.

Next: inspection of the deck. I commented last night (I know I jinxed it!) that the 'coons seemed to lose interest in the metal garbage cans that house the squirrel's peanuts (slows them down, and leaves more food for the birds), and the sunflower seeds.

They chucked the rock (15 lb.?) off of the can, removed the lid, and knocked it over.

Sure, my fault. I was cocky. Obviously, someone had a feast, with peanut shells all around the can. They'd conveniently sat in the lid and reached into the peanut bag - still inside the can, and not totally empty!

At least, they left the Nyger seed for someone else! Those bags were untouched.


Closer inspection reveals the evidence. A few peanut shells, and a tuft of hair; with skins cells attached, and liquid on the deck.

There was a fight, indeed.

The cats were in all night, the cooler subzero (C.) temperatures dissuading nocturnal hunting.

I don't know. I prefer to focus on the lovely scenery afforded us our Muskoka vistas.

The night life doesn't thrill me!







Water safety

Truth be told, the water is rather chilly these days. Yet boaters continue to go out without safety gear.

I noticed these guy crossing the lake, sans life jackets.

Now, I would not swear to it, but it appears as if the guy is drinking a beer. But I could be wrong. I don't know what is on his barge, but they are large plastic containers and they appear heavy.

In 2007, on our small lake, a 60-year old man with mental health issues stayed alone in the water for a swim. His aunt (with issues of her own)  had left him alone to make dinner. She did not think to report him missing. No one found him for three days. I pity the person that found him. 


On May 23, 2008, a 90 year old man went to sort out his dock in the high, cold, spring water. The police report says the empty canoe was found 2 km away, his body 100 m from the canoe. His wife of 65 years in marriage, alone and, no doubt, bereft. 


Here is Jess on our October Thanksgiving (2007). It was a brisk swim.

This morning there was ice on the shallow frog pond. The minnows are still out and about in the pond, most of the water creatures are sleeping, dreaming of spring.

If you look closely, you can see the minnow's circular ripples in the water after it broke the surface.






The video (below) demonstrates the danger involved in such a risky event. Shout Out to Powell River Books for the pertinent post, and the YouTube link.

Be careful out there.






When you hear a siren

It is wise to review the 'right way' and the 'wrong way' when travelling in Muskoka.





Ontario law requires that drivers pull over when they hear the siren, or see the emergency responder. This is a phenomenal video that illustrates the danger in NOT moving over. Nearly 25 minutes long, it covers the law about pulling over, and how to do so safely. It is a must for all drivers to view as a refresher.


Pay attention to the road and the drivers around you. You might not be the most important vehicle on the road!


This video, A23-2 Parting the seas of traffic, shows the difficulty in getting though the traffic.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Chop, chop, chop.... timber!








This is the game taught to our granddaughter at her swim lessons. The kid or parent, standing up, says... chop - chop - and upon: TIMBER! falls into the lake. We had a grand time frolicking this summer. But many were busy at work this past week.

Our neighbour had some trees taken down. I was doubtful that my videocam was working and did not prevail to capture the events. (Boot to the head, methinks!) If a tree falls in the forest...

 The sound of the chain saw covered up the sound of gunfire across the lake.  There is that. Hunting season... Although, I heard one series of 8 shots. (I think s/he should turn in his gun! Something about broad side of a barn door?)

The young men doing their work were fascinating. I asked if his mother knew what he did and printed him off a few photos.

I know my brother never told me, or my mom, what he actually did for a living. He is a gold miner at Musselwhite mine*, with EMS qualificiations and experience, but he is also a dynamite specialist. (Who knew?!)


Our forest is reaching maturity, and the tamarack and pines, with shallow roots, fall over easily in the tornado-like winds. Last year was a perfect example. The Precambrian Shield rock was scoured by ancient glaciers, and soil is shallow.

The conifers stop producing needles once the tree leaves do not get any sun. They grow closely together, and one a tree is down, the integrity of the forest is compromised. I hope the tree trunks will be homes for somebody.

You can drive by places, now that the leaves have fallen, where hurricane-force winds have exposed giant roots, and trees have been tilted to provide shelter for wild animals.

The ancient forests in Ontario's past are now gone in all but a few places. This Ancient Forest Exploration Guide contains much information:

"Old-growth white and red pine forests are endangered less than one percent of the province's original old-growth forest remains. Ontario's old-growth white pine forest, in turn, represents more than 95 percent of what remains of this ancient forest type in Canada and 60 percent of what remains in the world. In fact, Temagami's old-growth pine stands alone represent approximately 10 percent of what remains in the world. This makes Ontario the last hope for saving this once common ecosystem, yet less than once third of Ontario's precious few remaining old growth white and red pine stands are legally protected."

Our  tree, with delightful markings of the pileated woodpecker, or the flicker, had a falling out last December in high winds. (Photo left) The holes were too deep and the tree trunk weakened by the drilling of red-capped birds. We found termites and ants within the top of it, once the tree was cut up. It is a natural cycle of life.

I was listening to our gardening guru on CBC Ontario Today, Ed Lawrence (a horticultural specialist), who told us that such trees are healthier than we think. In fact, the pileated woodpeckers open the tree up and the bugs are more available to trolling birds and 'coons.

Muskoka Lakes has been in a big battle with large property owners over, at least, the past year, if not longer. I have heard, via blog comments, that many neighbours of large tracts of land fear land development unchecked. Muskoka means trees and distance from neighbours!

There is a tree cutting policy that has failed to be passed, designed to protect the integrity of the forest, as well as ensuring that our forest will last beyond our lifetimes. Jake Good wrote a fine article on this topic:

"Aggressive logging companies and absentee landowners may be one of the main reasons the District of Muskoka is adopting a new tree-cutting bylaw."



Last year, in a landowners protest (the right to bear arms, transferred to the right to wield an axe?), landowners shut down the snowmobile trails. This slowed the traffic on trails, and thereby limiting tourist dollars on which business owners depend.

In the past, Muskoka was founded on the massive pines that were ripped from the land in order to build and furnish homes, and fine ships. In research I did on The History of Nepean (see Side 41; now part of Ottawa), authors spoke of 400-year-old pines sacrificed to development and dollars in the late 1870s. Logs were sent down river, and many a Muskokan family depended upon this trade. At the peak of the White Pine harvest they were taking 400,000 trees per year.

Trees take 60 - 100 years to become harvestable. Research and Development (R & ), continues to be of concern. In 1978 in Canada only 0.6% of forestry sales were spent on research and development, compared to 1.5% of sales in the United States.

Further, Douglas Martin (found at: cael.ca) in Canada's Wasted Woodlands wrote:


"The federal government has not provided much leadership, and even cut the Canadian Forestry Service staff and research funds in half during the 1970s. The provincial governments, which control 90% of Canada's forests, have either ignored the issue of reforestation, or failed to come up with sensible plans for the forest industry.

...our country is the largest exporter of manufactured forest products; 90% of our newsprint, 70% of our lumber, and 60% of our chemical pulp are exported; in all, nearly 30% of the manufactured forest products that enter the world market come from Canada. This export of wood products contributes a net gain of $12 billion to the Canadian economy, more than the combined exports of farm products, fish, metal and coal."


Canada's forest companies cut about 8,000 km² a year, and plant or reseed about a quarter of that area. About 2,000 to 3,000 km² of the rest will restock reasonably well on its own. 


Sir John A. Macdonald (1815 - 1891) in 1871, in amazing foresight, wrote to the premier of Ontario:

"The sight of the immense masses of timber passing my window every morning constantly suggests to my mind the absolute necessity there is for looking into the future of this great trade. We are recklessly destroying the timber of Canada and there is scarcely a possibility of replacing it." (the SierraClub.ca; PDF)

Fire, insects, and disease: natural causes, claim fair share of the forest. But humankind needs to get it together. Tree hugger (claims Sady) is an honourable term!
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October 7, 2009 - by Karen Longwell
District councillors voted to move ahead with the forest health program Monday night but it appears, for now, landowners won’t close area snowmobile


September 30, 2009 - by Karen Longwell
Muskoka snowmobilers could face trail closures again this winter if the Muskoka Landowners Association and the District Municipality of Muskoka fail.


March 19, 2009 - by Rebecca Willison
Trees have been at the forefront of many people’s minds the past several months, and for good reason. Trees are the oldest and



Muskoka Landowners Association demands new Tree Cutting By-Law ...


26 Jan 2009 ... The Muskoka Landowners Association, who represent a large group of landowners, is asking the District of Muskoka for their cooperation


Muskokan.com - Tree-cutting bylaw is bigger than Muskoka


28 Jan 2009 ...Good, Jake,  As one county adopts a tree-cutting bylaw, the logging company's ... of the Great Lakes forest area, which Muskoka is a part of, home

Tree-cutting controversy grabs Muskoka - Parry Sound


18 Feb 2009 ... Muskoka Lakes mayor Susan Pryke said the persuasive strategies of landowners have ... The most recent version of the tree-cutting bylaw

Friday, November 6, 2009

Skies throw us some treats

skywatchAn amazing day (Thursday!) for skywatchers. We had it all: rain, snow, sleet and hail.




But the amazing thing to see (and try to photograph) was the clouds, then sun, the gold-tinged hail in the distance, with the beautiful blue in between.



Finally, in the water I spotted the Loch Muskoka monsters! The skies colours reflected in the gloomy lake.

Hail, hail, the gang's all here! Shadows lengthen in setting sun.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

G8 in Huntsville - The Summit


For more G8 info, read my posts about the impact to 'locals', or visit the official web sites:
G8 Integrated Security Unit(gc)
Huntsville - town resident's website.


A friend with a cottage in Muskoka asked me about the G8. Oh, it is true! There will be two controlled sections. 


An inner one, in the heart of town (RCMP), with an outer ring, controlled by OPP.


I have written previously about the many security measure that will be taken. Exercises continue at least monthly, as OPP amd RCMP work through the scenarios.  


You will only be able to get in through checkpoints only if you have a reason for being there.  
Many folks intend on leaving town. Some business owners will be boarding up for the duration.  


Travelling across town will be slow and laborious. Folks with family in, for example, retirement homes or Long-Term care, will be hooped. Those without official business in town will not be permitted inside the inner perimeter. 


There will be an estimated 5,000-member international media. Cottagers will not be permitted in boats. Some of the G8 official participants: politicians and their subordinates, are staying in nearby cottages, and will require boats. 
The only way to protect them is to limit land, sea and air traffic.  You can expect planes, jets, and helicopters, too. It will not be a quiet few weeks!


Accredited agencies - serving clients (Hospice, PSWs) will have to be officially accredited (max 10 per agency) and you can expect line-ups at check points. There will be delays. And fuming locals, seasonal visitors, and tourists. Thankfully it will be in June, but this is a time when cottagers do repairs and prepare for summer guests.


Click on the image below for the government's G8 site.

Watch the movie, The Summit, to get a good idea of what it could be like. Filmed in 2007 up here in Muskoka, you will see familiar scenery, as well as Deerhurst Inn.






Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Driving in Winter in Muskoka

BrochureWinter driving can be dangerous on Muskoka roads. A snow squall resulted in two deaths this past week, as one citizen crossed the road to assist another driver.The highway was shut down for many hours.
Update: Today (Thursday), snow falls in big clumps.

Long, winding highways, with narrow roads that over look lakes, put people at risk. We lost 3 young men in 2007, when drunk driving sent them into the lake where they drowned. Over the rail, they were helpless to get out of the water from the submerged car.

If you go into the water: remove your seatbelt, use electronics they''ll last a minute)  to lower windows, grab children and get out. This means when you get into a vehicle know where the door handles and the window mechanisms are located. It could mean your life.

Transport Canada offers some guidelines. Click on the brochure image to download the PDF file, or check out the HTML web page.
Here are the top ten tips.

Prevent problems before they occur: Top 10 tips

  1. Get your vehicle ready for winter in the fall.
  2. Install four matching winter tires.
  3. Pack an emergency kit.
  4. Learn and practice winter driving techniques before you need them.
  5. Plan your trip, check road and weather conditions.
  6. Remove all snow from your vehicle before each trip.
  7. Give yourself extra travel time in bad weather.
  8. Avoid using overdrive and cruise control on slippery roads.
  9. Travel with a fully charged cell phone.
  10. SLOW DOWN and WEAR your seatbelt.
Many myths prevail around pumping brakes (not with ABS systems), but your best bet is snow tires, getting an emergency kit and checking your lights, brakes and battery.



Here is a photo from Nov. 11th, 2008!
Today: rain showers and wet flurries dominate driving conditions. be prepared.

Lost in the Backwoods


No, I haven't been lost myself! I stay out of the woods during hunting season, especially. But I have been reading about the past. Pioneer days, in fact. So often the forefathers made the headlines. They were the history makers. Or the war heroes who left their families behind.


The mothers were back in the woods feeding the family, chopping the firewood.

And Catherine Parr Traill and her sister wrote about it.

Catharine wrote this novel about Rice Lake. A wonderful spot. We had a grand time visiting nearby Port Hope! I now have a sense of the society of the time as it changed from backwoods, to towns and villages, then to heavily populated cities.

Their writing lives bore much fruit -  evolving from letters home in England to 'How to survive in the woods', to novels which are stories of the times.  These two sisters began writing children's books in England. As they emigrated both to Canada, and into adulthood they evolved into mature, well read, much published women. In their fight for survival in this rough land  they show the fabric from which our foremothers were made. (Photos from Wikipedia)

Susanna Moodie (left, b. 1803 - d. 1804; Roughing it in the Bush - on digital libary) and Catherine Parr Traill (1802 - 1899) were Sisters in the Wilderness*. Yet they lived far apart, poorly connected by trails. This is a familiar theme in Bala, Muskoka, in which the original Gibson Indians developed their land grants into the strong, well-crafted society that the Wahta Nation has become.

Published writers, the sisters moved from their genteel life in England, and their horror stricken families (women in their society did not write in those days!) to the impoverished, fragile life in the woods of Upper Canada in 1832, near what is now Peterborough, Ontario, where their brother, Samuel, was a surveyor.

Much of Canada was settled by the green pioneers who were anxious for government land, which wrenched by treaty from Native Peoples, and granted to soldiers and pioneers. I do not want to give too much of a history lesson, since the book presents a fabulous herstory, and the former is not my favourite genre! This historical fiction is an illuminating novel, obviously 'Lost in the Backwoods', in the time of colonization by folks unused to pioneer life.


The key for many writers is finding something about which to write. Imagine moving from high society in England, with all its pomp and circumstance, to living in a cabin, in poverty and the depression of 1836, relying on perseverance and survival tricks learned from Native Peoples. THIS story is another unwritten one. 

While this novel writes of 'savages' in the wilderness, these ladies surely understood that their life depended upon skills and knowledge gleaned from Six Nations wisdom shared with the settlers. The novel is filled with information from such sources. Despite the belittling terminology, the novel is filled with the obvious wisdom and admiration of the People's knowledge and skills. I am amazed by the misunderstood society aboriginal people had developed in a civilization that respected natural and human-made laws, society, nature, and women.


This is not a far-fetched plot, either, lost in the woods. In rereading stories I wrote down from my grandmother's mother, she told us that her mother would get lost in the forest when she was a child. I was told about the local Natives who would bring my great-grandmother back to their cabin in the woods, and happy parents, I am sure! 



This novel is also filled with Christian references, biblical quotes one can imagine Ms. Traill's family using in their close family. It includes language now out of current lexicon: 'chide'!
"And would not suffer her to be chidden."


Catharine's writing appears to reflect much of her personal life:

"Let not the youthful and more learned reader smile at the ignorance of the Canadian girl; she knew nothing of maps, and globes, and hemispheres, -her only book of study had been the Holy Scriptures, her only teacher a poor Highland soldier." (p. 70)


This novel also includes many explanations of backwoods life in which tools and equipment were fashioned, as she had been taught by her Native friends. To add to this, she includes the odd [Footnote] in which the common and Latin names of the flora that surrounded causes me to giggle. Her descriptions of the wildlife surpass any I have read, as she developed a necessary love and respect for the land and its creatures. A balance of the cycle of life she learned from pioneer living, the absolute fabric of our First Nations spirituality, is a respectful thread quilting together the fabric of life of the 'Indians' and the settlers.  The run-on sentences are a bit disconcerting, but, much like the portrayal of the period of the time, you begin to formulate an internal image of these women who bravely learned new skills, and left their old lives, china, servants and conveniences, for a new adventure.



Her writing style, in this reprinted book from Dodo Press, is fascinating. Think of Pride and Prejudice sewn into the forest, with the addition of grouse, partridge, sparrow and hawk.

"And often she paused to watch the angry movements of the red squirrel, as, with feathery tail erect, and sharp scolding note, he crossed their woodland path, and swiftly darting up the rugged bark of some neighbouring pine or hemlock, bade the intruders on his quiet haunts defiance; yet so bold in his indignation, he scarcely condescended to ascend beyond their reach. The long-continued, hollow tapping of the large red-headed woodpecker,  or the singular subterranean sound caused by the drumming of the partridge striking his wings upon his breast to woo his gentle  mate, and the soft whispering note of the little tree-creeper, as it flitted from one hemlock to another, collecting its food between the fissures of the bark, were among the few sounds that broke the noontide stillness of the woods; but to such sights and sound the lively Catharine and he cousin were not indifferent." (p. 8)


An entertaining read for me, as I attempt to envision Muskoka as it was before the settlers, townies and tourists!


References


Lost in the Backwoods by Dodo Press. Originall called Cab



Sisters in the Wilderness



At the beginning of Sisters in the Wilderness, Charlotte Gray discusses the way Catharine and Susanna have been portrayed — in both fiction and non-fiction.
Canadian Crusoes: A Tale of the Rice Lake Plains, the original title of Lost in the Backwoods, describs her new life in letters and journals, and collected these into The Backwoods of Canada (1836), which continues to be read as an important source of information about early Canada. She describes everyday life in the community, the relationship between Canadians, Americans, and natives, the climate, and local flora and fauna. She also collected information concerning the skills necessary for a new settler, published in The Female Emigrant's Guide (1854), later retitled The Canadian Settler's Guide. (--Wikipedia)



Sisters in the Wilderness DVD  - CBC Shop Online


Canadian Experience - Sisters in the Wilderness DVD. Charlotee Gray's book, brought to life!

A fabulous DVD, I showed a portion to my uOttawa student teachers while teaching Social Studies, as well as my Junior students. All enjoyed it!






Pride and Prejudice




Pride and Prejudice is a romance novel by Jane Austen. First published on 28 January 1813, it was her second published novel.






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