It was an interesting outing.
Although the landscape was in sunshine, there was still frost on the ground in the shade.
I was surprised by several butterflies(?) flitting about.
Any idea of the kind?
The pond was open in the centre and icy at the bank.
And I was there -
- a shadow of myself, WOB
Friends might know that once a week NATURE posts a photo with a Rock hopper penguin named Leif hidden somewhere in the photo.
So today I went for a hike at one of the Couchiching Conservancy "properties" following the white trail blazes on trees. I was on a hillside facing a little stream flowing from a little pond just south of Monck Rd - I could see it and see and hear traffic. But I could not see any more trail blazes. So I stopped and spent some minutes looking at trees, rather than woods. No luck there. However, I heard the noise ahead of me, across the stream and on the opposite hillside. When what to my wondering eyes should appear! I swear, I didn't steal this from the "Night before Christmas" story - the deer was bounding along, crossed the stream and then stopped about 5m short of me - her next bound would have surprised both of us! Deer on me, so to speak. I spoke not a word, I stood stock still. The deer too. Maybe 2 seconds? And then it bounded off as dry leaves before a hurricane fly! How observant!
The camera was on. I shot from the hip,
And away it, the deer, flew like the down of a thistle:
So can you find it? I thought I had missed it.
So was it luck? Or the Boy Scout" "Be Prepared"? Maybe both - the 1st time I looked at the photos I could not see the deer at all. Now I have it in 2 of the 4 shots I took. If you don't write, I won't reveal where the deer appears.
And to all a better night's sleep - cannot see aurora with this bright Moon:
WOB
Well? Maybe? Hardly ever, a big big "D"!
Peter J. Herbst left at the end of Oktober, and the leaves began to fall:
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky:
It is time for Leif to take cover -
Like the down of a thistle:
W O B
I could not see the forest
for the trees ...
The search goes on with 20:24 vision:
I pause to remember Barry who was red-colour blind but could pick the ripest strawberries because they had the right colour of mud! (And he would have taken the "U" out of colour!)
WOB
What a wonderful life, with friends, with clean air and water:
Colour tucked in - behind - everywhere:
All will be revealed, and the leaves came tumbling down -
Down to the sea -
A ragged end to this search - WOB
Sehr schön,
Glatt wie ein Spiegel
Und auf dem Ruckweg
Immer noch alles im Grün Bereich (6Km schon, noch 1Km; bitte, ein Bit!, Ferdi!)
20°C bis 22°C, Wasser etwa 14°C
https://seatemperature.info/lake-couchiching-water-temperature.html
WOB
