During my photo stroll last week I encountered this little fellow marching across the street. She was not exactly camouflaged there, bright orange in the evening sun, with white spots.
Pictures bellow the fold.
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During my photo stroll last week I encountered this little fellow marching across the street. She was not exactly camouflaged there, bright orange in the evening sun, with white spots.
Pictures bellow the fold.
Autumn mums, ©voyager, all rights reserved
I love the autumn, especially the colour show of the trees and bushes, but so far our trees are still green. There’s the odd red or yellow leaf, but this year the trees are making me wait. It isn’t all drab, though. Autumn is also the season that big pots of colourful mums start to appear around the neighbourhood. Mums are hearty at this latitude and can even withstand a bit of freezing and they come in so many rich shades of reds, oranges and yellows, even delicate whites. I love them all and I’m pretty sure this won’t be the last photo of mums that I’ll post this fall.
Autumn is bringing back all the birds that seemed to have vanished during summer, including Florence the Woodpecker.
Did you miss me?
Jack at Southside Park, ©voyager, all rights reserved
What you can’t see in this peaceful photograph are the dozens of geese that were honking and charging us from behind. Jack’s never gone up against a goose so he’s fearless around them, but I’ve been bitten by geese and it hurts. They’re also fairly strong, so they make me a bit nervous. I’ve never had trouble with them at this park, though, especially in the fall when they’re not protecting nests or babies. Whatever the cause I decided not to linger and we skedaddled over to the concrete skate park.
The rolling hills of home, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Autumn is definitely in the air around here. The days are cooler and the nights are crisp and Jack couldn’t be happier. You see, the boy hates warm weather. His fur is thick and because he ocean swims in the summer he doesn’t lose his undercoat. He also has a bit of a fat pad that makes it even harder to stay cool. So when the weather turns and autumn comes Jack gets energized. Even now at 10 years old he is full of piss and vinegar. I don’t mind at all. Go ahead Jack and use that tail to clear the coffee table. Scratch my floors with those talons of yours and bark at every passing car. It was a long hot summer, but it’s finally time to have some fun.
More tit pics.
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Autumn leaf, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Well, there it is. The first colourful leaf of autumn laying on our forest pathway. The trees themselves haven’t turned colour yet, but slowly the signs of autumn are beginning to appear. Around our neighbourhood the hydrangea blooms are withering and big pots of colourful mums are appearing. In the country John Deere green tractors go back and forth and back and forth preparing the land for winter. It’s sweater season and it’s my favourite time of year.
Big Bob the red oak, ©voyager, all rights reserved
One of the nicest words in the English language is home, and that’s exactly where we are today. Home. We’ve been away for nearly 2 months and, as nice as it was to be seaside, I’m happy to be back. Jack feels the same way. This morning we went to our favourite forest path, Trillium Woods, and Jack ran around like a puppy with his tail held high and a bounce in his step. He peed on trees until he ran empty and then he air-peed some more. Jack grew up on this little forest path. It’s where his big sister Lucy taught him to climb and chase and I imagine these woods still carry her scent even though she’s been gone for a year. This is home to Jack as surely as our little house is and today he’s a very happy boy. There is no better welcome home.
The Barcelona Zoo is home top a colony of herons who happily steal fish from the penguins and whoever isn’t fast enough.
Ready for take off
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Admit it, you’ve been missing the tit pics.
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The tree is a “bird cherry”. They grow here en masse and the stains can only be removed with a pair of scissors.
Terracotta Park, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Jack and I are on the road heading home today, but that isn’t very scenic so instead we’ll share a last photo of Terracotta Park. By this time tomorrow we should be back in our own little house and I could jump up and down with joy.
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The weather has cooled down and it has Jack feeling frisky. He’s been boing-boinging around the house like a puppy and he’s full of mischief and energy. Well, as full of energy as a lazy 10 year old dog can be. A good walk was definitely called for so we took ourselves to Terracotta Park for a frolic in the woods. A good time was had by all and now Jack is peacefully asleep.
Fall is coming near and spiders are starting to gather in the house. I do not mind certain amount of spiders in the house, but the webs have to be cleaned up occasionally. So when there is too much webs (that is, when they start to be easily visible – I do not wait for them to hang so low that I have to wade through them) I collect as many spiders as I can into a glass and carry them outside, and then take a broom to the webs.
Bellow the fold you can see why I tolerate spiders in the house to a certain extent.