Last Wednesday I spent the afternoon with my long-lost cousin, Sonya, and when he got home from work, her hubby, Gilles. A mere one-hour drive and I was back in a winter wonderland. Yes, granted, this is ski country but still. It was a shock. Sonya and Gilles live way out in the boonies but once you get there, one discovers a little slice of paradise. Let’s face it, if one chooses to live here, one accepts the weather that comes with. Somehow I did not take a decent picture of the humans so I have stolen this picture from my cousin’s FB page.
We hadn’t seen each other in fifteen years and honestly, I don’t know who was happier to reconnect. So I’ll say it was in equal measure and now that we have refound each other, we are not letting this happen again.
We went for a walk on the lake, basically in her backyard, which turned out to be quite the adventure. We learnt to walk where the snow was packed otherwise we sunk down (up?) past our knees! The dogs had a blast chasing each other and getting their freak on. Too bad the sun only occasional peeked out so, forgive me for the crap photos. To give you an idea just how big these beasts are, below is Eagle just standing next to the kitchen counter…
I regaled them with my “Mick” stories and it was determined that I have a talent in telling stories – such a polite way of saying I hog the conversation, albeit at their urging, dontcha think?
Skip ahead a few days and it brings us to Saturday. Sitting in my office, doing computer work, I spotted movement in my little tree/bush. Managed to grab my camera and capture these two from my window before they flew off. There was a party going on but opening my window scared most of ’em off. As you can see, the female wasn’t so read to step out into the open, so to speak. My knowledge of birds is extensive. Red bird, not a robin, female, not so colourful.
Sunday. The day I was going to post but then did, whatever it was that I did, besides post. Which means my post about the beautiful spring weather has become something else entirely. Because, well, you’ll see. Sunday was gorgeous! I had no more snow on my front lawn (advantages to living on the sunny side of the street) and Zeke and I were going to take advantage of this 11ºC (52ºF) and go for a good walk. I figured our usual destinations would be rather mucky so, where to go? I decided on the Parc de la Freyère, completely forgetting that there was a birding thing going on. On our way there, I passed by the streets in my old ‘hood and could hear a major loon partay going on. What a ruckus! We stopped and yep, there they were hanging out on the bit of ice still or swimming – Canada geese. Trying to get Zeke to not scare them off, we made our way quietly. I managed to snap a few pics but it didn’t take long. They were on to us and took off like the hounds of Hades were after them. I’m not what you would call a nature photographer but I tried. They were quick and I just clicked away and prayed.
The damage done, we continued on our way to the park. There were quite a few birders there with their big-ass telephoto lenses (I look kinda poor with my 75-300mm lens but hey, better than nothing!)
But I did manage to capture a woodpecker – sure it has a formal name.
There were more Canada Geese raising hell but nothing to write home about.
And then came Monday. Rain. Freezing rain. Electricity goes out at 8 am. I start work at 9 am. Thankfully I don’t need to blow-dry my hair and it’s bright enough, sorta, outside to do my face, what little I do, do. First day of work. Great. I have to scrape my car. It is April friggen 8th! Whatevs. Get to work, meet the new peeps, do my day, all goes well and leave by 4 pm. (By the way, electricity came back on at about 12:30, I’m told.)
Walk outside. What? I come out from work to see this?
OK, OK. It’s April. We know foolish things can happen in this month.
Then today happens. Andrea and I decide to go for breakfast. It’s chilly. Back into the negatives. Sigh. Put on a thicker coat and off we go. Enjoying a nice breakfast with endless cups of coffee and look outside. What in the name of all that is holy is that white shit falling like it was bloody Christmas Eve? For realz?
Umm… April SHOWERS bring May flowers, my ass.
Sorry folks, apparently we are gonna skip that shit this year.