Here are some pics from a long time ago.

Yeah, that was Monday morning.

The snow was all gone by the time that we finished putting in Geri's water system, dock and swim platform.

Hickory, dickory, another dock. another one for the Cod Father.

 
Tuesday evening, while eating supper, a male humming bird came to the feeder. This is the best that I could get. He's still not used to us yet.

A couple of funnies for you.

Grammar lesson.

 And another sad commentary.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!

and HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to you and to Rachel, and to all the other Moms out there, too. And a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to SIL Kim.

Last evening we went to THE ESTATE for a Mother's day dinner.

Checked out the local flora,

 

and fauna,

and fried chicken, wings, pork and all the fixin's. Ya missed out Squire James.

Present were, Sir Edwin, Anne, Shirley, Bryan, Jose, TT behind Grasshopper. Conspicuous by her absence was Ms. June Potts and Dill.

Desert.

Sun going down over Bill's point.

The birches in the wind damaged narrows reminds me of the Serengeti.

We had snow flurries this morning!

 

We Skyped with Pickles this morning. Yeah, that's right. Only three days old and he is walking, talking, and wiping his own butt, 'cause he is another Super kid. With big sis, Calliope. 

Today's funny.

 

One more.

 

Today's sad commentary.

 

Welcome Pickles!

Pickles arrived at 1:05am May the ninth. He weighed in at 8 lbs, 14 ozs, and measured 19.5 inches. That's a keeper! Little brother to Calliope,

and Nova.

 

And #3 for Joseph and Rachel.

 

 OK, let's do the math. If my two have six, and their six have eight and their ten have.....

 

That equals world DOMINATION!  

Last Wednesday I took the afternoon off and went 4Xing with Pernell. We came here first, BECAUSE we could! Razor! That's a not nice thing to say!

 Then we checked on Pigeau's trapper shack.

 

Pics from around home.

Spring has sprung, even though it was only three degrees this morning.

We went to the AKA Smith's last evening for burgers and 'dogs. Didn't take the camera because of rain, only to have the first sighting of a humming bird at Lil' T. It was also the other F.B.'s birthday. Happy birthday Fred. Stuff ALWAYS happens when you don't take your camera.


Peter MacKay's newest proposal.

 

Lucky you. I've had a cancellation today, so I am all yours for a half hour or so. So, I'll try and remember stuff and bring you up to date.

So, if I remember correctly, this was the view last Tuesday, with the lake just starting to break up.

Wednesday morning the ice was half way across the lake. 

After installing the last new screen...

it was time for the dock.

THEN! The ice started to come at us and before you knew it, it started pushing the dock sideways.

It doesn't look like it could break a dock, does it? The white parts are whats left of our ice road and was still pretty solid.

I had to hang off the end of the dock for a couple of hours and break up the ice and push it away

Here comes the last of it.

 And that's the way it stayed until Thursday.

Thursday, X marks the center of the universe.

After getting Lee's cranky motor happy...

I took Lee's boat...

and took Grasshopper to Bedrock for a trip to town.

The greeting party.

I did have to break some ice on the frigid side of the lake.

I found a piece of someone's dock floating in the bay.

Two old friends showed up...

while I straightened out the dock.

Friday. 

it was off to Frasertown to put in a dock...

Rig up the Low rider...

back her into the lake...

and take her home.

Saturday morning.

After checking out some of Mr. Slates new toys...

We stayed for a supper of shish kabobs...

and fresh corn, too.

Sunday we 4wheeled it over the road to Rich's to the Fowler's for a visit. Johari, Bess, TT, Jose, Sir Edwin in the corner, out of view was Bryan.

and had supper here, too.

Jose, eF, and J.

 There's Bryan, actually reading the manual.

After supper a Merlin, which is a small falcon, raced around the yard looking for it's supper. This was the best pic, just it's tail.

On the way home, on the station road, two male grouse were sparring in the middle of the road. They really didn't care that I was there. They never actually touched each other, just a bunch of feints and parries. I had never seen this behavior in these birds.

OK, all you guys in the Land that Time Forgot, on the Least Coast, with all your Elvis sightings, here's the real deal. Pernell Roberts at Little Tomiko Lake!

While we had the screens off, a number of birds flew into the deck and smashed into the storm door. This dark eyed junco survived with just a head ache, some others were not so lucky.

Not a funny, just a sad statement. Now they are looking at buying used Marine ones???

OK,OK, here is a funny, just for you.