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Typed in similar circumstances to the above entry: I have to eat soon after waking or be siezed with a day's sick-feeling, so I'm coming to enjoy my quiet First Breakfast before the house is awake, watching the light creep in and turn the tall pines from a high mysterious silhouette to a stand of sun-freckled green fronted by birches. I've seen bluejays and turkeys from afar, and some redstart-like thing that moves like a thrush, but the lump of suet set outhas so far failed to attract anything close enough for identifyable inspection.
There was some roadkill awhile back my mum said was a porcupine, but it was pretty flat and her friends didn't stop, so I can't really say I've seen one of those (the sheer amount of splat precluded confusing it with a hedgehog, though, so what the Willamette student from last year was going on about with his 'porcupines all over the streets' in Austria I don't know). Anyway, since last blogging I have briefly visited the Badlands, a weird undulating formation of orange and green clayish ground, failed to make friends with some geese - it was suggested to me that they were Québécquois fois, and would not deign to respond to 'onk onk onk' in English - and spent an afternoon in the bizarrely guard- and postcardless Royal Ontario Museum.
( Cut for pictures, since I am inept at image sizing )
( Also this. This is the Awesome. )
...by now the house is starting to wake up, so I have forgotten anything else I meant to witter about. More when possible.
There was some roadkill awhile back my mum said was a porcupine, but it was pretty flat and her friends didn't stop, so I can't really say I've seen one of those (the sheer amount of splat precluded confusing it with a hedgehog, though, so what the Willamette student from last year was going on about with his 'porcupines all over the streets' in Austria I don't know). Anyway, since last blogging I have briefly visited the Badlands, a weird undulating formation of orange and green clayish ground, failed to make friends with some geese - it was suggested to me that they were Québécquois fois, and would not deign to respond to 'onk onk onk' in English - and spent an afternoon in the bizarrely guard- and postcardless Royal Ontario Museum.
( Cut for pictures, since I am inept at image sizing )
( Also this. This is the Awesome. )
...by now the house is starting to wake up, so I have forgotten anything else I meant to witter about. More when possible.
