♫ Oh to live on, 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…
April 2, 2016 – Late season snow flurries in the backyard, getting all over the dogs. Music is “Afternoon of a Fondue” by me. (Whole song here: https://youtu.be/abv_-F38yHw )
(YouTube link: https://youtu.be/IqtFcVUSrqY )
Apr 6, 2016 – Seriously April? Again with the snow? (Music from a work in progress called “A Matrix of Subs”).
(YouTube link: https://youtu.be/wJFVdnrAtjs )
I stepped out into the workshop for less than one hour. When I came back into the house, I immediately noticed the small garbage can in the laundry room was tipped over. It normally only holds lint from the dryer, but this time it also happened to hold the remains of an empty can of goldfish food, which is apparently also of interest to dogs. I went to set things right, but soon realized the garbage can lid was missing. Oh wait, there it is. Around Bell’s neck. She may be old and feeble, but she’s not beyond a few hijinx…
I was out for final pee of the night with the doggies last night, in the middle of the ice storm, under our enormous willow tree, when I heard a large CRACK like a rifle shot. I threw my hands over my head, so as not to get killed, and Cody ran for the gate, Bell and I right behind.(Bell is deaf, so she probably didn’t understand the urgency). We skedaddled in time, but literally five seconds after we made good our escape, on the path back to the house we heard ANOTHER loud crack. This morning we saw the evidence, two rather large branches came down RIGHT WHERE WE WERE STANDING!!! (You’d “shout” too if you were me). Oy.
Neighbour’s whole tree came down in the ice storm. Fortunately it was leaning into the open area of his yard, and not the other way, which would have taken out our fence and sheds.
Lynda came home from an auction recently with these two new additions for our little pond. Or for the shore nearby, at least. They’d sink like cement in the actual pond, since that’s what they’re made of.
Bell, as with most things at this point in her life, is largely indifferent to the newcomers.
Cody, however, is still not quite sure about them. I missed the excitement this morning, but Lynda says he was actually shivering as he struggled to understand these motionless (but otherwise quite lifelike) intruders.
Today we heard the telltale quack of a duck, but closer to the house than usual. Mama Mallard was making her way slowly along our garden path en route to our little pond in the back forty where the ducks more often hang out. She had a herd of little fuzzballs with her, and by the time I got my camera they arrived at the pond.
There are seven little duck puppies for now, let’s hope the local cat doesn’t deplete their numbers…
Video url: https://youtu.be/7Jj7sKOVVbo
We always seem to get a lot of birds on Mother’s Day. Trying this slideshow thingy (8 photos in all) to show you the best of them, which turned out to be Rose-breasted Grosbeaks and Blue Jays.
A look at our little pond trying to cope with the runoff from the escarpment after more heavy rain this morning.