Sounds of silence

There was a big accident Saturday morning. OPP helicopter, three sirens. I shudder when I hear them. Our First Responders do such a good job, but it must be difficult.

Across the province things are happening:
Kanata hit-and-run leaves five cyclists in serious to critical condition (Ottawa)

-posted at Education For The Driving Masses.

Then we heard a Military Helicopter. Rehearsal for G8?

The lake, our local transportation route, was a busy one this weekend. Some view it as an Autobahn, with no speed limit. Poor Eva & crew suffered from a crossing lake interuptus. She was not amused, nor was I. An oversized, speeding boat, screaming across the lake at warp 1, suddenly spotted them in front. I only exaggerate a little. She hustled her non-flying brood to our sheltered bay. It kept the brood on their toes, literally, as they ran across the top of the water. Their wings are developing, and they have been practicing with them, but they cannot fly and escape.

The craft slowed when they noticed the goose and goslings, but she is a big girl, do they not watch where they are going? I know that this is how accidents happen, when a PWC comes screaming around a corner and suddenly encounters another craft, for example. It is so reckless. Why do these machines need to go so fast?
Drive carefully and safely, somebody out there loves you.






This is the time when violence is not strength, compassion is not weakness.
--King Arthur, Camelot


Wee goslings - feeding by the lake on a rainy day.