Tiny Steps

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Heavy rain overnight and, if you believe the weather pundits, we’ll get snow starting in a few hours. I thought it seemed way too warm but the temperature is falling so maybe they’re right.

A friend and I went out so I could take some quick photos.

• Him: What are you going to take pictures of on a rainy day?
• Me: A rainy day.
• Him:

Most of the lobster boats were in the Harbour. It hasn’t been a great season so far but they’re still trying. That seagull you can barely see in the first image isn’t so much hiding from the rain as he is claiming ownership of the bait bins.

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We went down behind the lobster tank to look around and, as we were sitting there, a sudden movement caught our eyes and 2 big deer ran past us. I didn’t have my camera ready of course.

Fish went crazy. He is the size of one of their heads so I don’t know what he thinks he’ll do with them. Maybe gnaw on an ankle. Either that or he just wants another 4-legged friend to play with.

While we were trying to calm him down a 3rd one made a break for it. Having something that big run within 10 feet of him gave him all sorts of delusions of predator. He made it obvious we were supposed to track them.

The next photo is a great image of where they were. 🙂 Just on the other side of that row of dead grasses.

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We left to hopefully get his mind off a big game hunt and went down to Tiger’s compound. I wanted to know if there were any signs of the mother osprey – I had yet to see one this year. She comes back to her big nest about this time and I figured there was a dim possibility she might be there.

Instead we discovered that the Power Company had replaced the pole which hosted the nest. So it’s gone. However, we did see this little one mourning the loss of its home nearby.

This might be one of the fledglings from last year – it’s only half the size of the mother bird. Still there’s hope that a new nest will be created.

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I’m not as industrious as the birds that have to rebuild their 5 foot diameter nests, or the beavers who have to re-construct their dams after the Highways Maintenance guys destroy their homes. As a result, this time of year is my least favourite.

Don’t get me wrong, I like my house to be sparkly clean. It can’t be tidy – there are 2 cats, a small monster dog, a mouse, and all the neighbourhood pets who like to wander in looking for toys and cookies. Still clean is important.

Spring cleaning is my nightmare. I started on the bedroom and found enough cat hair to stuff a pillow. This depressed me so much I went into the kitchen and told the stove to clean itself. I’m sure that counts as progress.

This judgmental teenager doesn’t seem to agree.

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