Peanut Feeder

Our new Squirrel Buster peanut feeder is a hit with the Chickadees, Downy Woodpeckers, and Nuthatches. Haven’t got photos of the woodpecker yet, but he’ll be back. Chickadees are around a lot, but for the moment it’s the Nuthatch show.

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IMG_0798 Nuthatch at Peanut Feeder (square crop)

IMG_0794 Nuthatch at Peanut Feeder (square crop)

IMG_0791 Nuthatches at Peanut Feeder

IMG_0780 Nuthatch at Peanut Feeder

IMG_0773 Nuthatch at Peanut Feeder

Trenched

We’re laying new electrical cable re-instate power to the shed. As with digging the fence post holes, rocks were a big factor…

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Trenched

New Fence

We decided we needed to replace the last remaining section of the crappy falling-down ugly fence that encloses the Back Forty. If we moved the whole thing forward (toward the house) about 10 feet, we could make the new section a straight run joining the existing two ends of the good fence, and avoid the obstacles that the old fence had to deal with. Here are some crappy cellphone photos documenting that process. (We had a contractor for this.)

Below is the before picture looking west, where the flagstone path will intersect the line of the new fence and gate. in the background some of the old crappy fence can be seen. We did not tear that down yet, as we still needed to keep the dog contained.

Before - Path at new Gate Location

A string provides a reference to line up the holes. That short section of fence behind the blue chairs will remain, to define that corner, but it will no longer join the old crappy fence.

Stringline + First Hole

The first hole dug revealed a surprise: some kind of drainage pipe heading away from the house, probably coinnected to the weeping tile. We have never known of any drainage heading that way. It made us need to adjust the post hole location a little, and in fact another of the holes revealed another drainage pipe, running parallel to the first. No wonder the Back 40 can get kind of soggy in the low spots.

First Hole with pipe

One thing we did predict was this. Me: “How long will it take to dig the holes?” Contractor: “Depends if we hit rocks.” Me: “Oh you WILL hit rocks…”

Rocks

All Holes Dug

All holes finally dug, tubes in place ready for concrete.

Tubes

The posts need to be braced in two directions so they remain perfectly vertical as the concrete is poured.

Bracing the Posts

Posts are in Concrete

Once the concrete sets and the braces come off, next come the rails.

Rails

Rails, top caps, fence boards, post caps, install the gate, and we are DONE!

Done - Looking West

Done - Gate

Done - East Section (from South Side)

Done - West Section (from South Side)

Done - Gate Looking East

Killarney Park, 1988 (new scans)

I just bought a new Canon scanner (CanoScan LiDE 220, it says here) and set about to test its photo scanning capability. I found these prints in an album, they’re from 1988. This was one of my earliest solo “interior” camping trips (I put that in quotes because while it was technically interior, the George Lake campsites require no portages.)

Killarney Provincial Park, in general, of all the many several places I’ve been, is one of my favourite places on the planet.

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1988 Canoe POV George Lake Killarney

1988 George Lake Killarney

1988 View From the Canoe George Lake Campsite Killarney

1988 Overlooking George Lake Killarney

1988 Under the Tarp George Lake Campsite Killarney

1988 Campfire and Canoe George Lake Killarney

1988 Chikanishing Creek Exit to Georgian Bay Killarney

Here’s a relaxing video (not mine) shot on George Lake:

video URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOYZebLwBwc

Frog Meets Snake, Dog Meets Fence

While we were working on a willow fence out back by the pond today, Lynda spotted a snake in the pond. Soon after I declared that our frogs were too big for that snake, the snake must have taken that as a challenge because he got a frog by his presumably delicious frog’s leg. (Tastes like chicken?) He held on long enough for me to run (okay, walk briskly) inside to get my camera.

Frog and Snake 2

Frog and Snake 1

Just as I was despairing about the cruelty of the universe and/or realizing it’s all part of Nature’s Grand Pageant / Life’s Rich Tapestry, a burst of violent, valiant thrashing about and the frog was free! He fled to the middle of the pond and hung there, looking a bit blue in the face, one leg dangling unnaturally. A nearby tadpole says “Dude, at least you have legs!”

Blue-in-the-Face Frog+Tadpole

Meanwhile, work continued on the first section of our willow fence, meant to dissuade Cody from tearing up the scenery where I worked so hard to get grass growing again. If he can confine his mad dashes to the wood-chip path, we’ll all be happy. We do love to watch him run.

Cody and Willow Fence

Willow Fence (detail)

R.I.P. Bell, 2002-2016

104-0486_Bell - car seat

Oh boy, this is hard… we had to say goodbye to our sweet Bell today. She was all out of life, but too much of a bulldog to admit it. We didn’t think she would make it to Christmas, back in 2014. She got TWO more Christmases under her belt, as it turned out.

Bell was a very sweet puppy. She was part of a litter of Valley Bulldogs that were so similar in appearance, that one time we brought home the wrong puppy from doggy daycare at the breeder’s. But we got that straightened out. Pretty sure.

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Bell was the last of the fabulous furry foursome, Silver, Tiger, Bell, and Lucy. It’s going to be so strange to not use the plural: time to feed the dogs, shall we take the dogs for a walk, etc. I used to walk them in shifts: big-big, then little-little, or sometimes big-little, then the other big-little. I think matched-size pairs worked best.

Silver Tiger Bell Lucy

Bell was happy to hang out with me, especially around meal times, but if we’re being honest she was Lynda’s dog. Bell became especially important to Lynda during the time her daughter was away at school, and Lucy and I were still at the condo during the week. They had a very strong, almost mother-daughter bond.

Lynda and Bell

It was devastating to have to say goodbye. I’m so glad we all had some quality time near the end, even as she was starting to struggle, walking, breathing, in a way we knew we couldn’t allow to go on much longer.

Night night sweet Bell.

Bell and Lynda in the Garden

Woodchip Mountain

♫ Oh to live on, Woodchip Mountain ♫

Woodchip Mountain

Barely made a dent in Woodchip Mountain, but I’ll be back… It disappears quicker than you’d think possible… people love free mulch…

Woodchip Path