We had a lovely, cool day. Today should be a nice one. I noticed more work they'd done on the telephone wires.
They left something there. It looks like a thing that connects the two wires. I wonder if it will disappear today?!
With Valentine's Day coming up, I'm noticing interesting ads. At least it isn't Mother's Day, where they offer the most bizarre things to gift my mother, who has long since passed. Reolink is the company that makes my security camera. Apparently, love means getting your loved one security. You just have to shake your head!
I did finish off a sketch while we were watching a new-to-us show. We tried Seekers (1993) which was pretty dated with obvious gender bias and it was jarring. Our new choice was Traces (BBC, 2020) and it is a cold case mystery that intrigued us. It was scientific, involves women as scientists, and very different from Hollywood murder mysteries. Cinnamon enjoyed it on my lap!
My latest masterpiece! I was inspired by a colouring page offered by the Turtle Foundation. Funny thing was, I was madly looking for one of my kiddy sketch books upon which I rely. As I tried to find it I ended up clearing out some old picture books the grandies won't read again. I cleared out and rearranged a shelf.
Today is the day. Annual checkups and booster shots for cats. Yes, Cinnamon is on the chubby side, but he is a happy lad, and leaves the birds alone. We'll see you on the other side!
We woke to a chilly morn. Yesterday, the wind was blowing the snow across the highway. I will probably exercise inside today. The snowshoeing has been quite something.
Poor Bob V sits in snow.
You can see the layers of dirt in the snow beside the mailbox. You should have seen me whip the snowblower across the highway, outrunning traffic to clear it out.
Down in the forest, the trees carry a load of snow.
It's much nicer snowshoeing in the sunshine!
It is easier the second time, with a track laid down.
It is pretty as I look across the wetland. We own right across to the trees.
Wood duck nesting boxes on the frogpond:
It is pretty. I zoomed in for a closer look.
The light through the accumulated snow is lovely.
This poor old dead elm tree stand alone, stark in the cold.
I came up from the meadow, kicked off my snowshoes, headed for the mailbox, and looked up at the wires. Something was going on!
I'd heard the truck with its back up, beep-beep-beep. I think Bell telephone is replacing their wires. We don't have a landline anymore, not after we were two weeks without a phone.
I keep thinking, and then forgetting, that I ought to bring in my flag!
Back indoors, in the warmth, I process my trailcam images. Things have been quiet, again. There were two coyotes, and a pair of deer.
Moving has been quite fun.
Finding out new places to eat, play, shop, donate, volunteer.
Securing insurance, and all the utilities.
Figuring out how to run a new house.
One issue has been our wires. Now, Ontario Hydro hires professional arborists to take down trees that risk taking out power lines. Of course, having lived through Ice Storm '98, and 10 days without power, we love our Hydro folks. A hurricane in Muskoka didna phase us, although we invested in a generator there!
I have many photos of Hydro, the latest being the installation of new posts near to the Bala Habitat Project build! It really is a High Wire Act!
This post has hydro, but it is buried
and leads underground to the house
In the 'good old days,' power line posts were shared by Ma Bell, too. There was an agreement that Hydro would help out Bell. That was in the olden days. Hydro came and checked out the wires. There are only hydro wires on the west side of the road. We, on the east, have to contend with Bell. The Bell wires are the ones that are supporting our one dead elm and other live trees on the east side where our property lies. Apparently, the Common Law Marriage has been annulled.
Photoshopped the wire red...
Hydro told us that their divorce is final. Bell was cheating, and not paying for her fair share.
Over we go to Bell. Ma Bell takes no responsibility for her own wires, must have been a different father, and tells us to phone the 'city'. The connection was so bad (I swear!) that I asked her to repeat the word. Yes, CITY.
Which city? We live 6 kilometres from a 'town', placing us in a village. Yes, she corrects herself. Phone the township. We did.
If the trees are within1 metre of the hydro poles, then they are on township property and they will take them down. Some are and some are not.
I'm thinking we should make another investment into the community and just pay someone to take them down. I don't know how to use my new chain saw yet. Plus, knowing that they are 'only' Bell wires and Ma Bell won't provide child support or alimony, mediation failed, perhaps we move on!
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