Friday’s Photo

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An aside, having nothing at all to do with the photo..

An hour ago, I poured a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window gazing out at the pond. Overnight, it had begun to freeze.  The icy skin had progressed as far as the first island.  It is 21F.  Now, less than 60 minutes later, the ice has expanded to cover nearly all of the 6 acres that is my pond.  I am in awe.  


They're coming!

Or here!

Two weeks ago it was warm, the flowering tree buds were swelling and bugs were flying around. Then the temps fell and we got 11" of snow. That melted, temps stayed down. Any little hummers that arrived early must be finding it difficult. After seeing the map, I'm putting my feeders out. Just in case. it looks like they're a week or so ahead of last year  

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In case you've forgotten, the recipe is 1 part sugar to 4 parts water. I make mine in a pint glass measuring cup by measuring 1/2 c of sugar, then filling the cup to the 16 oz line. Not accurate but easy and close enough.


when you go out in the woods tonight..

I put a camera on a tree about 20 feet from the corner of the house. I have, as many of you know, been involved in a war with the beavers. They are winning. At the same corner of the house was a huge twenty year old lilac. WAS. Not anymore. I didn't know that beavers would a) come that close to the house b) eat lilac. Now, I know. The second thing that is close to the side of the house, is the woodpile. Beavers had been dismantling the part with the freshly sawed birch logs.  I'd found several pieces floating in the pond (before it froze) with all the bark eaten. Curious little buggers.  I wanted to catch them in the act.  HA!

Here's what I got.  That ain't no beaver.  This is early evening, I was probably on the other side of the wall, at the sink, in front of the window, unable to see out into the dark...

 

 

The three lights in the background are reflections off my parked car.  Note, that is 6:08 pm.  We'd only just come inside.  I think.  I've always told Chris that the bears are around, not to worry, just make a little noise so they can tell where we are.  Yep. I bet they always know where we are.

 

This was back in November, but I have been so busy, I never checked the camera, until today. Imagine my surprise. 


Friday's Photo

NaBloPoMo #7

The November woods has pared down.  We're nearing the season of bare bones and clear light.  

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This morning I was shown a wood I hadn't walked before.  It was criss crossed with beautiful old stone walls.  An overgrown cemetery was just visible.  If it hadn't been pointed out to me, I could easily have walked through it.  The last burial was in 1896.  The headstone was still polished, the only one legible.  Most of the stones had fallen, some were never more than standing stone markers.  The property owner had refused to have the old burial ground listed, so it remains untended.  I wonder how many of these are scattered about, once tended, loved, now forgotten.   


feelin' like Halloween

Have you ever noticed that just knowing it's Halloween changes things?  The way the woods look?  feel?  how about the night?  The usual becomes, well.. unusual.  I can tell you things looked a little strange around here today.

 

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How many of these are there?? 

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Are they a 'who' or a 'what'?

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                  huh?  (Maybe there are daleks, disguised.)

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