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More blustering

Dixie taped me walking home from the library this afternoon.  By that time the snow had stopped blowing around, but the wind was still high.  This video gives you an idea of the drifts that have grown on the road in front of our trailer.  The drift I pat near the end is sitting on the part of the road that had been cleared with a snowblower this morning.  I hope the snowblower comes through again tomorrow morning or Luke won’t be going to preschool.

I was born in the Netherlands and lived there for the first 7 years of my life. The weather there is mild and snow, as I recall, was an occasional treat. But my first winter in Caronport, a small town on the plains of southern Saskatchewan, had me acclimatized to inland Canadian winters. In fact, it was in drifts much like those outside our trailer (possibly bigger) in which my mother worried she’d find me when I disappeared during that first prairie storm we experienced in 1985.

A day like we had today would have shut down towns on Canadian coasts, but we land-locked prairie folk are a hearty people, so those of us who live on campus or in Otterburne across the river bundled up and went to the library to study or to offices to work. The school was effectively closed (all classes cancelled) because travel was simply not safe for commuters coming from Winnipeg, Steinbach, Niverville and other villages in the surrounding areas. With the blowing snow, visibility was extremely low and snow drifts on the highways can be treacherous.

But here’s the thing about Canadian prairie people: I’m fairly certain that many of the staff and students were a little ashamed and frustrated that they let a winter storm keep them housebound. As much as we often pine for our brief summers, we take pride in our harsh, cold winters and our willingness to put on toque, parka and leather mittens and face the blowing snow and wind-chills. These days will some day be recounted with pride and mutual understanding, like soldiers exchanging stories from the battlefield.

Nature!

(I’m a fan of simple stats–hit counts, sports stats, etc.–and I’ve just noticed that in June I did not break the 10 post mark for the first time since February 2004.  What an unproductive month.  I don’t even really think what I’m about to post is worth posting.  I’m hoping inspiration will hit on our 3-week Western Canadian Tour of Glory or perhaps once we’ve moved in August.)

We have a virginia creeper (or, apparently, Parthenocissus quinquefolia) growing on the back of our house.  The vine covers all of Olivia’s bedroom window and part of Madeline and Luke’s window.  It’s a beautiful plant and a great feature of the back yard.

In July of every year we’ve lived here, however, the creeper gets infested with some kind of bug.  If you walk near the plant when it’s infested, thousands of little tiny bugs jump out and rattle the leaves.  The infestation causes all the leaves to whither prematurely (but it doesn’t kill the plant), leaving us with a dead-looking plant hanging on the back of our house for much of the summer.  After our first summer, I got some pesticide options from a local person-in-the-know, possibly a horticulturalist, but I’ve never followed up on my plan to defeat the infestation.

This year, however, since we’re trying to sell, I don’t want to show the house with a withered vine, so I’m determined to deal with these bugs before they kill all the leaves.  So it’s a good thing that Dixie spotted a bird’s nest, including a mother and a couple of babies, inside the vine.

The nest is wedged between the virginia creeper and the screen on Olivia’s window, so we can get a pretty good view  from inside Olivia’s room.  I caught a bit of the action on video, but the nest is built quite high up in the window, so there isn’t a good angle to see the chicks.  But it’s still interesting.  Let’s watch:

I haven’t determined what sort of bird this is.

Unfortunately, this also puts a snag in my pesticiding plans.  How long do chicks take to fly-the-coop, as it were?  Is it safe to spray the area around the nest?

More low-brow humour

We received this one by email several years ago from Dixie’s uncle.  I played it over and over again.  I was in tears.  It has since lost that degree of charm, but I was happy to find it again (I was reminded of it after that same uncle recently sent us a video of a girl playing a kazoo in a less than orthodox manner).

So, for the sake of posterity and because it’s the weekend, here it is.  Farting in bed: