I can’t believe it but we’ve already had our first skiff of snow. It started yesterday, snowing, then raining (melting the snow), then sunny, and back again. We have the strangest weather that blows through. Then it snowed again, then stopped. Here is what I found this morning
Hubby and I were booked for a trip to Eastern Ontario and Quebec for a friend’s milestone birthday and a chance to visit two grandsons at university in Ottawa, our capital city. Two days before leaving, we both came down with Covid 19. With two vaccines and two boosters, we caught the latest version. I gather it is more contagious and moves fast.
We spent days (when we weren’t in bed, sleeping) cancelling hotel reservations, flights booked, car rentals, train tickets and visits with friends.
Thank heaven for the vaccinations. It could have been a lot worse, but it still knocked the stuffing out of us. Very sore throat, dizziness, nausea, congestion, relentless fatigue. I have great sympathy for anyone who has contracted it.
The eagles have been very busy. They have continued to increase the size of the nest until we could no longer tell if Mama was sitting on the eggs, if there were eggs. Here’s what it looks like now, nearly twice the size as it was in March when I last posted, cascading down the tree, hooked on 3 or 4 branches now.
My husband and I were standing on the driveway talking when an eagle flew low overhead and landed behind a high rock. Eagles don’t do that as a rule, they stick to the trees unless they’re after something. A minute later, it flew off with something in it’s claws, went to the nest briefly, then darted into the nearest tree. Here it is resting in the tree.
We climbed up to see what he was after, and found a large clump of moss torn up. He must have placed the moss in the nest as a cushion for the eggs. Does that mean the eggs are yet to be laid? We don’t know. Wish I had a mirror fixed in the tree that would show me what’s in the nest. π
I went for a bike ride yesterday, for the first time this year. The rain had stopped, and although it wasn’t sunny, it was a nice day. And as I rode, I saw some signs of spring.
My Mom always called this bush spyria. When I moved back to the west coast, I got a book of plants of British Columbia, and although most folks call it ocean spray, Mom was right– spyria is the correct name. I shouldn’t be surprised. π
What is happening in your neighbourhood? Any signs of spring yet? Drop me a line and let me know.