Category Archives: Nature

Hundslappadrífa

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skæðadrífa, logndrífa, kafaldsmyglingur, lognkafald and ryk

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In Iceland hundslappadrífa is snow flakes as big as dog’s paws, and I think they should know. If hundslappadrífa is not falling you make your own!

Snow is magical, mystical and on a moonlit night its sparkle conjures peace and tranquility. It is  the Christmas season, how else would Santa get around. We are blessed to have four seasons here in the sub-alpine. Each has its own allure but at Christmas we relish the snow. So much fun to be out in nature, learning all kinds of lessons.

What goes down must come up. (and repeat)

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Adults become childlike in the snow, animals become co-conspirator.

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Children just feel joy.

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Cold is a word that is never spoken, only the words hot chocolate can bring an end to hours of sledding.

As Rumi says “be melting snow, wash yourself of yourself”

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…….at the end of the day, hundslappadrífa, must be removed from the  dog’s paws.

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Memories, Duck Eggs and Roosters

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Okay, so I am human. I haven’t posted since November and Christmas is already past. Not feeling guilty because for the last 7 weeks I have been attending to  what matters. This was my goal for the year 2014; to pay attention to what matters and not get caught up in Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda! It has been tempting. I am in awe of my daughter and her blog. She is a busy mom and probably has less time than me, but she still writes them beautifully and it’s my favourite reading before I go to bed or over coffee early in the morning. Her last post on the memories of Christmas past and ghosts made me very happy. I really know that I have been attending to the important things and when I forget everything falls off the rails.

I babysit my two youngest grandchildren every day. I have to be at their house at 7:30 am so I need to get up at 5:30 am. Hard for a grandma. But it’s important. We go to playschool, gymnastics and skating. We are creating memories.

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We build forts and we do art. ( hey I wanted to create every day, I just didn’t tell my muse, what)).

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We learned that  “a box” is not “a box” (very important for later spiritual life)

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We learned that family is important, memories are created in the very young.

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I learned that when you are attending to important things sometimes you have to ask for help. I learned that Papa (Cowboy) can run the farm. I learned that sometimes when you don’t know something, more is revealed. Like Aflac, we didn’t know what sex she was but in time she told us. (neither of us wanted to blow on her vent to see). Three eggs a day now from the hens and Aflac.

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I learned that when you buy day old chicks at the small animal flea market, you get what you get; four roosters, two hens. Three roosters had to be culled. (and yes we are eating them, no life should be in vain)

Life is like that, and memories are created. Merry Christmas to all my blog readers and a prayer that you created many wonderful memories this season.

October

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And fall is here. That season between the bounty and light of summer when everything changes in preparation for the winter sleep. There are still warm sunny days, only shorter and nights are cooler and longer. The sky is bluer, the colours bright with the hues of autumn. Oranges, yellows, reds, amethyst, and gold. We have abandoned our frilly pinks and opulent purples of summer. Time for boots and warm sweaters, tea, good books in front of a fire and contemplation. Soon nature will be stripped almost bare. Time to slow down.

“O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost —
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.”

Robert Frost

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Duck For Hire

aflacWho would have thought that Aflac was famous before she came to our house? What a great picture and what a great memory for this family.

Aflac was left…abandoned…inadvertently misplaced  in a large park in town. As any well socialized duck, left to her own devices, she waddled in to join the party; placing herself in the picture. This was a family professional photo shoot. Lasting memories for a little boy.

A note to whoever lost Aflac. I don’t know your reasons. It could be that your neighbors disliked her quacking  at meal times, or the duck poop or maybe she just outgrew her cuteness.

Backyard Chickens says this about Pekin Ducks

Pros:
“Friendly, forage well, stay close to house, easy to tame”
“Grows fast for meat, extremely efficient layers, adorable, entertaining, friendly, Good watch ducks”
Cons:
“Eat a lot, poop a lot”
“Can be overly noisy, very messy, poop machines”

Yes, she is all of those things. Now that we know she is so photogenic I am going to hire her out to professional photographers to add to those really cute baby and toddler photoshoots. At least she can pay for all the food she eats!
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Blowing Smoke

 

“The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide.”
―Walter Scott

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It’s cold! The smell of wood burning stoves and fireplaces is permeating the air. There is daily delivery of loads of logs up and down the mountain streets. Log splitters, chain saws and axes are humming and whirring. So far my log pile looks like this

 

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I was hoping for this.

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It’s not as cold as other parts of the country. No snow warnings yet and we haven’t had a frost. Hope this week of promised good weather will ripen my tomatoes.

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I am picking peppers every day and drying them.

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The bees are still in the bee balm and sunflowers, but these guys were hardly moving this morning. You can pick them up in your hand they are so cold.

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Who knew that you only needed to blow a little smoke on them to warm them up and get them moving.

Fall is on its way. Enjoy change!

 

Spread Your Wings

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“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
                                     William Blake
And so it goes. Last  spring we lost the last two of our rescue animals who were with us for over 10 years. Cinderella a Muscovy duck had come to us after the fires of 2003. Our barn yard seems eerily empty. Well from previous posts you know I am doing my best to fill it up again.
Friday we picked up another rescue animal from the SPCA, abandoned  in a local park in town. “Of course she can come and live here”
So meet Aflac.
IMG_6565The first day was precarious. The chickens were not sure and quickly formed a band together to investigate the intruder. Aflac, being tame was a little worse for the encounter.
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Satchmo and his gang of juvenile thugs attacked her. Holy pterodactyl feet.
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Sunday was much better. Aflac had a swim and learned some confidence and preservation skills. So far everything is harmonious.
It helped that our neighbors are cleaning their gardens for fall and the barn yard is a daily recipient of their compost. Mmmm… pea vines with peas still on them, zucchini, corn, carrots: delicious and meant to be shared.
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Coming together in community to share a meal is a thousands year old tradition to build understanding and harmony.
After a long day of eating and really getting to know each other, bed and nighttime are a welcome reprieve.
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Scarlett the pheasant still looks longingly at the big world outside the barn yard. I won’t clip her wings again and I know that the call of her nature will come. I just hope that she will know that she is always welcome back, just like any other child who has outgrown the nest and spread its wings to fly.
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Hey! Are You Looking At Me?

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I have been feeling guilty. It has been over a month since I have written a blog post. I have thought of many things to write. The thoughts haven’t made it to the desk to compose themselves. What have I been doing? Were people judging me for being lapse or lazy. Really? In the big scheme of things I think that everyone has enough on their own plate.

Mostly I have been looking at my world around me and revelling in my fortuitousness!! This is what I have been looking at and what has been looking back at me!

Our little friend “Baer”. He is a cub from last spring or so and has taken up residence in our back property. The buffet here is great when you are getting ready for a big sleep..

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“Diana”, a mom with two fawns has also taken up residence in our back yard.

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The new additions to our front yard have been growing in leaps and bounds.

The Nigerian Dwarf goats Mocha and Latte have now grown big enough to run and forage in the big fields. Don’t you love their turquoise eyes?

 

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The baby chicks that came home at two-day’s old  in June are now safely ensconced in the barn, with nesting boxes and a big run with access to a chicken run outside with a door that gives them the barn yard to run free. We are lucky because out of the six chicks, we only acquired one rooster. He is a Black Copper Maran and his name is Satchmo. The girls are Mukluk, a Cochin, Lavender and Flower, Orpingtons, Brown Betty a Breda and Mumbo a Maran hen. They are all addicted to watermelon. The brown stain on Mukluk’s breast is watermelon juice!

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Let’s not forget Scarlet, our ringneck pheasant. I had to clip her wings: harder on me than on her, I cried.

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I haven’t been the only one looking either. Grommet is very attached to his girls.

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I have been looking at bees and butterflies. All the work I put into building a garden for them really paid off this year.

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I have been admiring our new garage. What a handy man my husband is, right down to the hand-built sliding barn door with a deer antler handle!

Can’t you just picture my new horse with his head peeking out the top of the Dutch door next year?

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We have been busy!]

It’s September 1st  and the first hint of fall is in the morning chill. I have had an amazing summer creating Mimi’s little farm. I only have gratitude, not guilt.

Caged Bird

In keeping with poetry month, one of my favourite writers and poets.

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Another birthday today. Happy Birthday Maya Angelou. Widely known and quoted as the author of the anthem Phenomenal Woman. From her website:

“Dr. Maya Angelou is a remarkable Renaissance woman who is hailed as one of the great voices of contemporary literature. As a poet, educator, historian, best-selling author, actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director, …………… Angelou captivates audiences through the vigor and sheer beauty of her words and lyrics.

 

Caged Bird

By Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

01homequoteMay you all sing your songs of freedom today.

Nature vs Naturalist

blue bird in grasslands“May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living.” ― e.e. cummings

I love nature but in no way would I consider myself a naturalist. I wouldn’t call myself an environmentalist either, but I do my best to preserve our environment. Being in nature is a practice for living….. (spiritual….mental….physical….emotional) for me. It gets me out of myself (less ego), makes me curious (want to know more), gets me hiking (good cardio), brings me joy (gratitude, awe).

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On both hikes this weekend  bright flashes of blue and cheeky song entertained the dogs and I. The grasslands and even the river dike had a multitude of blue birds flashing, flitting and flirting with us. They were quick but easy to spot with their bright blue feathers. Precursors of what is to come!

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I hadn’t realized that their abundance relied on a multitude of people. My enjoyment was the result of the  hard work of the naturalists in the region and that at some point we were at risk of losing this wonder.

It pulls on my heartstrings. I definitely have a black-belt in codependency with a desire to fix or join things. Just doing a little research had me inclined to join. My expertise in fundraising makes me a valuable member of all volunteer and non-profit organizations. I forget that no is a complete sentence.

Good thing I have my own little piece of nature to come home to and I could resist the temptation to save blue birds. I will just enjoy and try to keep safe the hoards of chickadees in my yard (including the one who insists on hanging upside down).

The Southern Interior Bluebird Trail Society (SIBTS) is a non-profit volunteer organization, formed to promote recovery of Mountain and Western Bluebirds.We are located in British Columbia and have members throughout the province. We establish nestbox trails, monitor them, compile statistics and educate others about this important cause.To date, SIBTS members have placed over 6,000 nestboxes. Since reaching an all-time low in the late 1970s, Mountain and Western Bluebird populations are increasing in numbers. The success of our program is a reflection of the dedication of our members.

 BC Nature mission; “Know Nature and to keep it Worth Knowing”.

 

A Child’s Awareness

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“As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unselfconsciously to the soughing of the trees.” Valerie Andrews

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“I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself .”Anne Bronte

“Only as a child’s awareness and reverence for the wholeness of life are developed can his humanity to his own kind reach its full development.”               Rachel Carson

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