Showing posts with label pine siskin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pine siskin. Show all posts

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Cats, deer friends

Annabelle helped me to wash the floor mats. They were grungy.


Then we went for a play. She liked the wind and sunshine, high atop the wood pile.


In the garden, bulbs are beginning to pop up, way too soon.
I made the mistake of trying to fix the flag, just before the afternoon brought horrendous winds. Fail. I'll wait until they cease. There are three rebar dowels that keep it in place. I remove two of them, and it pivots, but it is very heavy.



The leaves, liberated from the heavy snow, are now flying hither and yon. They have landed in the goldfish pond. We have a pine siskin. Just one!


Daisy was tired. She was happy to sit in the sunshine.


The wetland is, indeed, wet. However, a few days later it is -20 C. this morning, and it is frozen!


Tigger was back for a munch. Pickle Stabber came with him. Pickles hasn't lost his antlers, which is surprising. The males hang out together in winter.


There is more to life than increasing its speed.
-Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (1869-1948)

A buck was killed on the highway, at the curve. It was so sad. I heard it, I was down at the frog pond.  The debris filed was long. I wish people would slow down. We've lost two cats here, as well as two porcupines, two raccoons kits, a beaver, a gopher, several deer, and two turtles. It's Roadkill Curve.
Three men stopped, prior to the police arriving. They hauled the carcass off of the centre of the road. I asked them to put him in the ditch for the coyotes, but they refused. They said someone will take the meat. I wanted to keep the coyotes happy.
Two township workers took him away.

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Yesterday we had a hail storm

Day 13 of NaPoWriMo, it's been a wonderful challenge, as always. It seems that the weather features heavily in my poems. April is such a crap shoot!
 

Happily, the trailcam captured my friends, as well as my wood duck and mallard friends.
The raccoons surprised me on the dock. The one must have swum around to the end of the dock, as the others were guarding the cracked corn.



Back at the house Mr. and Mrs. Purple Finch were ticked off with the Pine Siskins! Way too much action for them.


We're still working on Buster. I brought up the 'dog house.'

Sunday, 10 April 2016