They caught the bad guys!

http://www.nugget.ca/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=3161295

Now we wait for the slow wheels of justice. Let's hope that they have to pay for the wanton damage that they did. I think I heard that some stolen items were recovered and could be returned to the rightful owners.

Grasshopper has gone to The Land That Time Forgot for a couple of weeks. So, it's just you and me and KFC! At least I didn't get some Double Downs, did I?

We went to the Fowler's for supper on the weekend.

Now you know why we are in shape. Hey! Round is a shape!

Scuba divers "in" Little Tomiko.

Grasshopper saw an eagle in this cloud.

I saw a flock of geese half way across the lake while I scarfing down KFC.

They drifted right up to our shore.

There they go.

Our telephone is still down and the Internet is very slow.
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Last night, (Friday), lightening took out our telephone but the internet is OK. We can be reached on FRS CH1, or email, or a comment on this blog.

Happy 9th Birthday

Hippy Chick Calliope!

I know that it has been awhile, so grab a coffee and settle in for a bit.

A rose breasted grosbeak taken through the window screen. These birds a very shy. 

You might want to blow this one up to see a red wing black bird.

Some of Grasshopper's flowers.

We are not sure if this male evening grosbeak fell to George or not. George normally follows the credo of "eat what you kill".

This indigo bunting stopped by for only one day.

Fishing Loon.

Jennesa treated us to a steak dinner at the Fowler estate on the 22nd. L to R, me, Sir Edwin, Dame Josephine, Jazzlyn, and Bryan.

This sunset shot by Grasshopper has a surreal quality to it.

We found this female evening grosbeak with a broken right wing. We kept her in a basket for a few days but let her go to let nature take it's course. After five days, she is still on the go, coming to the feeder a couple times a day. She hops up branches to reach the feeder.

White trillium.

Blueberry blossoms.

Different colour blueberry blossoms.

One of our Whiskey Jacks has had three babies. Even though they can fly some, Momma normally keeps them back in the bushes.

I guess that since we can now identify six or seven types of birds, we are officially "birders". So, we should call the young ones "immature" specimens.

A mature female Whiskey Jack with one of her immature offspring.

FEED ME!!!! Even though they can fly, they seem to be unable to feed themselves.

Lady slipper.

More of Grasshopper's flowers.

The black flies and mosquitoes are at their worst now, I hope. Over the last couple of days, God luv 'em, the bats and dragon flies have returned. Hey Tim, where do you get the Watkin's stuff? I guess we are "SOL" if it is only door to door.


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We have been busy, sometimes you just have to stop and smell a trillium. Except that this one has small spiders on it.

Some one came up our drive way and got stuck a few times and made a big mess.

Finally, a bird that is named properly. A black and white warbler. You will have to blow up the picture to see it. I call it the zebra bird.

On Sunday we went to Indian lake to hook up a water system and put in the dock. The wind picked up, so we had to stop.

We did go back yesterday and got everything done, but forgot the "after" shots.

Your sunset pic.

Blooms.

Fiddleheads.

The birch buds are opening.

I you look close you can see green leaves starting across the lake.

Oh yeah, the black flies are back, just in time for the long weekend and the opening of pickerel season. Your welcome.

Happy Birthday

Squeegee!


Have a great day with lots of cake and pie and hugs from Super kids.

Spring is springing in Grasshopper's garden.

Last Sunday we put in the Fowler's dock.

Bess is all set to help.

Juliana was there to help.

Sir Edwin and TT on the throne dais.

Dill Pickle, the muskie bait.

Jose and Maggie awaiting further orders.

Bryan passing the decking.

All done!

Time to replace lost fluids.

and protein, yummy! L to R, Grasshopper, Me, Sir Ed, TT, Juanita, and Bryan. 

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