Happy Birthday Mr. Slate!
We went to town last Tuesday for physio. We had a few minutes so we stopped at Duchesnay Falls.
The Notman road on the way home.
The Little Tomiko River, upstream.
Downstream.
The stoat is slowly changing back to a weasel. Here he is with a pork scrap.
This is the best face shot so far. He has two black eyes and a black nose.
Can you see the grouse?
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Patiently waiting for breakfast.
This little lady, a Redpoll , flew into the deck door.
I picked her up and set her on a ledge until she composed herself and flew away.
We have had a lot of rain this week that washed away a lot of snow, but, wait, do I hear whimpering coming from The Estate? Yeah Jose, we got some snow over night. 
There is still a foot of ice on the lake, mostly. Our ice road is still in pretty good shape.
There is still a foot of ice on the lake, mostly. Our ice road is still in pretty good shape. 
Be careful of what you wish for.
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