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HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY, CALLIOPE

WoW! You are now officially a teenager. How did that happen? One day you are blowing spit bubbles in your veggies, and the next you are a beautiful young lady. Don't forget your bib when you have cake today.

So, it looks as if I was wrng, I mean msstkn, in identifying that bird yesterday. Dr. J.W. reports "Definitely not a Nashville Warbler; beak is wrong, as are the leg and throat colours. My thought is a Connecticut Warbler, and that is much better: Nashville Warblers are quite common, and most people (including myself) don't get a look at a Connecticut Warbler for more than a fraction of a second at a time before it goes into hiding for the next hour. Most people only "get" a Connecticut Warbler from voice alone.

There is a slight chance that it is a female Mourning Warbler (they are quite similar), but that would be an equally shy bird. The eye ring makes me think Connecticut, though."  Now I see that the Nashville has yellow right up it's throat. I agree that it is a Connecticut.

Link to Connecticut warbler 

 

We went fishing with Mr. and Mrs. Slate a couple of weeks ago.    

We passed Colette and Don.

Colette shows how big the one that got away was.

This one didn't get away. This is Grasshopper's biggest pickerel to date. 23.5 inches. She let it go to make more babies.

A brown thrasher click to learn . I thought that it was a new bird to me, until Dr. J.W. reminded me that I had asked what it was last year. Sometimers, I guess. See? It was a new bird to me.

This little lady had a bump on her break, right between her lookers.

I spotted a yellow bit bobbing thru the maple out side our observation window. Correct me if I'm wrong, Dr. J.W., but I'm pretty sure it's a Nashville warbler. Another "new to me" bird. click to learn

And that's all I got for you today. How about a joke or two? 

Call me.

Cluck, cluck, Stephen.

Another worthy one.

Your welcome.

And, we're cuddly.

Grasshopper's credo.

I think I worked with that guy.

Grasshopper's lament.

Wait, that's a coed prison, right? 

Who thinks these things up?

Meanwhile, back at the farm... Use an electric fence to make this permanent.

Actually, it does mean that I know more than you do. And, I've got the scars to prove it.

We need election2.0

Finally, a worthy rescue of a knob.

 

It is with great sorrow that I have to report the passing of Sir Edwin Fowler, early this morning. Our sympathies go out to Josie, James, Rachel and all of his many friends. 

We will always remember that twinkle in his eyes and that great big grin, especially over a glass of Guinness ale. Cheers, mate.

Sparkles last Sunday. 

We portaged to an unnamed lake to get some supper.

Still lots of pollen.

Tuesday we went for a little ride with the AKA Smiths. I have been past this spot many times, but never noticed these trucks and a car.

We have had the odd pine siskin come to the feeders.

Here is a new one for us. A couple of male bobolinks.

They wouldn't give us a nice pose, so here is a pic from google land.

Frost Wednesday morning.

We went to church yesterday.

Then we put in the Estate dock with James, Tina and Grasshopper.

An update for Oct. 22. No, wait, it's still May?

A hummer going for a cold one.  

Icicles???

It really came down for a while.

A joke for my old "pies aren't squared" compadres.

Yup.

 You know who you are.  
 

They're tuff b'y, tuff.

Another yup.

This is exactly what I told Jack, all those years ago.

Or 60

Har, har, har, good one.