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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Ships & Chips

Well, we ran away for a little bit to see the tall ships in Halifax. (& to go to some nice restaurants, of course!)  We had fantastic weather, but I continue to struggle with seasonal allergies that defy even the strongest of antihistamines.  To add insult to injury, I also have a kink in my neck that makes sleeping very uncomfortable. Despite these little nuisances, we wandered the streets of Halifax and had one unremarkable dinner (Estia Greek Restaurant - there wasn't anything wrong with it, but there wasn't anything amazing either) and one FANTASTIC dinner (The Press Gang Oyster Bar and Restaurant).  Here are some not so good photos of the tall ships:

Back at the old homestead, our wild life interactions continue.  We not only have a squirrel again (we haven't seen him for a bit, so we think the raccoons might have had him over for dinner...if you get my drift), we've also discovered that we have a chipmunk.  Thankfully, they are a bit less damaging to our property, as they don't really climb and have no interest in living in our house.  I haven't named the chipmunk yet, but will have to see if he stays around long enough.  He had a very near miss with one of the local hawks, which set his nerves on edge.  The slightest shadow makes him scamper for cover.  (Not that I blame him!)  He was saved by the barbeque, but it likely gave him a fairly large lump on the head when he ran in to it.  This is what our little guy looks like (once again, shamelessly stolen from the internet!):

Yup, pretty darn cute, but how do you catch the squirrel without catching the chipmunk?  We're hoping that the raccoons took care of our dilemma.  That's about all there is from the little red island.  Hope your summer is coming along nicely and that the sun shines warm and gently upon you!

1 comment:

  1. Update on the squirrel...he's still around & trying to steal the finch food. (Sigh.) Our little chipmunk is still around as well, but we don't see him very often. Still, I dub him Weber (in honour of the barbeque...)