Remembering the Midnight Sun

As this evening’s sky darkened towards nightfall, fading away behind the trees, I found myself remembering a late night on the Yukon River several years ago. We had attended a floorshow at Diamond Tooth Gertie’s in Dawson City and were returning to the government campground across the river via a small ferry. The ferry runs

Held Hostage by a Robin

On May 12th I commented on the annoying antics of a resident robin. Six days later he is no longer “fluttering at” our windows, but throwing himself against them! One by one I have closed every blind in the house.   This morning resounding thumps wakened us at 6:30 a.m. He had found the only

Promises, Promises

My camera and I took an early morning wander around Wildwood. Sunshine glistened on last night’s leftover raindrops and the air was crisp. There’s little that can outdo a walk on a freshly laundered spring day. Among my discoveries were promises emerging in the garden – spiky swirls of hosta, new buds displaying hints of

Weird Wildlife and Fluttering Feathers

There must be something strange in the air here. A few days ago I mentioned that we’ve been entertaining an aggressive squirrel who defends the birdfeeder from all would-be diners. Today he was challenged by a robin.   Now, we all know robins neither eat birdseed nor frequent birdfeeders. You’ll normally find them hunting down

Cheekiness Personified!

What a brat! We refill our birdfeeder whenever its emptiness threatens a famine for our favourite birds, usually once a week. Top-ups have been happening with increasing frequency, however, since a non-feathered diner discovered the easy pickings.   Yesterday the squirrel managed to dislodge the lid so he could climb right inside the seed-filled cylinder.