Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Pretty quiet the past few days. 

What's missing from this picture? Yesterday we took the old goat to it's winter parking spot at Bed Rock. Don't they have winter parking restrictions where you live?


Early bird gets the kibble?


We had a couple of clear, ice making days.


Fallen angel.


This tree marks the water pump. You should stay away from this spot 'cause I pump air thru the water line.


We found this confusing set of tracks on the ice. Fox and some kind of bird. No blood, no fowl? 
Har, har, har, ya see what I did there?




Yesterday was overcast with fluries.


What's on top of your tree?


This morning I took Grasshopper across to Bed Rock so that Cat and Kat and Louise could terrorize the Xmas shoppers in the Gateway city. Yeah, Timbob, they call it the gateway of the north! Don't laugh too hard about that one. 

 
The lake is perfect for running with a sled. BUT, the OPP and snowmobile federation is recommending that you stay off the lakes, so I should recommend that too. Do as I say, etc. We walked thru Wolf's Bay to the round end and the swamp is just freezing up now. I would stay away from larger swamps for a little while yet. 


This next item is a Public Service Announcement from Dr. Joseph.


 This year promises to be a 'historic irruption year' for Snow Owls, being seen  ALL OVER THE PLACE. Keep your head up! Apparently they like wide open spaces, airports, and football stadiums.


Check this one out. Snow boarding crow. 

This one is cool, too. Superman flies.


Funnies? 




And one for Nova.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Happy Birthday SILy Anne! 

Before they invented colour. 



Wednesday we put in the tree line to mark the ice road to Bed Rock. This might be the earliest that the road went in. Somebody eating bon-bons and with time on their hands can look back in the archives and let the rest of us know for sure.




Sun going down that evening.



We took a day off on Thursday. This cloud bank moved in late in the day. 

 
-22c Friday morning. Frost on the Whiskey Jacks. 


eeny, meeny, miny, moe. 


I'll take this one.


nom, nom, nom


I made whole wheat bread Friday.  Looks pretty good for "bird food" and it tasted even better.



Bed time Friday night, and it's still only fall!

I stole this one from Robert's bit strip and edited it for my own devices. 


It had warmed up to -25c this morning. 

 Some more funnies, to me anyway, and it's my blog. 



As I start this blog, yesterday, you know a tome wasn't written in a day, har har, my personal shopper is in town.


And a truism. 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Happy Birthday SILy Janet. 

 

You don't think that you are going to get off that easy do you? 

 
Last Saturday was a real good solar day. We even had a partial sun dog. 



  On Sunday we rechecked the ice after the rain and heat wave.  


You can tell that it is good ice by the ice chips flying.


That's gotta be a good 8 inches between finger and thumb. This chart, CLICK ME , sez I could drive your car on the lake.


We walked over to Wolf's Bay.


Do you "lichen" this rock?


This rock looks like it wants out of the lake.


Can you find Waldo the Hairy woodpecker?


Oops, that's not Waldo, it's Wenda.


No snow on the on ramp to the Don Fraser Bypass.


Yesterday we went to town for our 1 day of Christmas shopping. If we didn't get you a present yesterday, you ain't getting one. No pics, they would just look like a time warp. 


We got a couple inches of snow yesterday and some more overnight. The breakfast crowd was lining up at the Bistro. 
 

Some were impatient.


Very impatient!



I seconded my personal shopper to the ramp building crew.


The weight of that little bit of snow pushed down on the ice enough that water came up at the edge of the lake and thru cracks in the ice.


While we were in town yesterday we visited with the AKA Smiths and stayed for a spaghetti supper. This is a funny Xmas card they had received. By the way, Jon is steadily improving from his accident.


Some funnies to brighten your day, yer welcome. 

If it's on the internet, it must be true. 

  
Har, Har, Har!
 


He'd Frankenstein it, of course!