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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Summer's Final Bow

It has been pointed out to me on a couple of occasions, that I haven't put up a post for a while.  I really don't know what happens with the time, but I thought I'd bore you all once again with tales from the Gentle Island.  (Sorry, PE Island friends...but I kind of like the nickname.)

We had visitors, in the form of my father and his wife.  (Mike and Margaret.)  They stayed for a three days as part of their East Coast journey.  Thankfully the weather was fairly accommodating and we were able to enjoy some of the sights, sounds and tastes of the Island.

As you can see it was a beautiful day along one of the beaches in Cavendish and there were very few people around and about.  After Labour Day, the tourists pretty well disappear.  The day before Dad & Marg left, the weather turned and the rains came.  Autumn came in like a soggy blanket, but the temperatures only dipped for a day, so we've been having this kind of humid, wet unpleasantness.  Not that we can complain, as I've mentioned before, the summer has been perfectly stunning. 

Today, summer showed it's face again which was a lovely surprise. (Not so good for running, but fantastic for sitting out on the back deck; which I did with a certain wild abandon (didn't even put on sun screen!) that comes with knowing these types of days are fleeting and rare now. Here are some of the fauna that live with us out in the country.

Webber the Chipmunk stealing the bird's seed. (Note puffy cheeks!)

Even puffier cheeks.

Rasputin - public enemy number one.

Ron says "Wanted Dead or Alive"

Resident Blue Jay - unnamed, as there are several of them and I can't tell them apart.
There is also a suspicious something-or-other ripping up our lawn.  We're not sure whether it's a raccoon or skunk, but it does seem to be having a field day digging up grubs and what have you.  Two years ago today, we were checking out Chicago & as I recall it was also a lovely day where we sat out and had lunch on the patio of Topogigo's, a very good Italian restaurant.  Life is good and we are grateful.  I hope this installment finds the same with you and yours.  I must hie off, as I have chores and obligations to take care of - so much easier, now that I've taken a moment to enjoy our little piece of paradise.  Our thoughts to all of you!

PS: you might wonder why Webber is tolerated while Rasputin is not.  Truth be told, Webber won't climb up into our house - he's a burrower and the same can not be said for Rasputin.  He hasn't gotten in to the house, and seems content to live in the outbuilding, but you can't trust him,  I mean really - would you trust that face?  He also refused to go anywhere near the live trap no matter the bait - too smart for our taste!  Who knows what he's plotting?

1 comment:

  1. You may have the European Chafer beetle. We have them, the crows pick at the lawn unearthing the white grubs and then the Racoons actually fold back patches of the lawn to get at them. You can fold back a patch of grass that looks a bit brown, you may see them there.