Saturday, September 17, 2016

Sleepless nights encore

The moon is full.  For two nights in a row I have been unable to sleep. It may have something to do with Molly’s loud admonition of some nocturnal “enemy" of hers. I suspect it is deer she responds to so sharply because there is no smell of skunk and my vegetable garden remains intact. Having sun-ripened  tomatoes, fresh corn, beans, and crispy kale is the reward I get for "sentinel Molly’s" 2 a.m. shout -outs.
This night there is a soft breeze lifting the pine needles giving the sifting sound that only breeze through needles can give. Popcorn-like altocumulus clouds separate  the moon and me and as  they pass I see the stars. Night sounds of crickets, loons, owls, and coyotes have a different resonance under a full moon. Last night, when there was but an edge to its complete its fullness  I wrote:
I could not sleep tonight so rose to look at the nearly full moon that made the fainter stars disappear and long shadows cross the lawn. As I stood there on my veranda I first heard one great horned owl calling out from in the woods across the lock. The moon and the owl were enchanting. Then, in the beauty of the moment, and in the stillness of the night, another owl responded, its voice carrying across the lake's waveless water. There we were— the four of us. Two owls, the moon and me. Sometimes sleepless nights have golden linings.



Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Geese, Turtles, and Gorgeous Stumps: Duck Bay Little Rideau

The 4th Sept 2016 was a spectacular day to be anywhere but especially in Duck bay



Gorgeous stumps







When I got home the juvenile pileated woodpecker was at the feeder