Thursday, April 6, 2017

Rare and Unusual Bird Sightings

This winter has been exciting with several sightings of interesting birds.  Most were sighted in the Ile St-Bernard Nature Park (south of Montreal) and one rarity was found on Mount Royal (smack in the middle of Montreal)!

From what I have read, the Townsend's Solitaire is a western bird which rarely travels east of Manitoba. However it has been found on Mount Royal for a number of years now and I was very lucky to find it recently.  It is an active bird which helped to make it quite obvious to me and I managed a quick shot.


Townsend's Solitaire, Myadestes townsendi

There was great excitement for a few weeks as up to four Great Gray Owls spent some time at Ile St-Bernard.



Great Gray Owl, Strix nebulosa


The following birds were also found at Ile St-Bernard.  This is at the northern part of their range.  Many birds are expanding their ranges northward and will probably become more and more common.


Tufted Titmouse, Baeolophus bicolor



Red-bellied Woodpecker, Melanerpes carolinus


Carolina Wren, Thryothorus ludovicianus

Friday, January 13, 2017

Leonard Cohen - revisited




My previous post was illustrated with photographs of Leonard Cohen's house taken on November 25, 2016.  I revisited his house three days later and again on January 6, 2017 and would like to share more photos taken on those two occasions.  As you will see, many more flowers and oranges were left at the house.

Also, I want to mention a wonderful Christmas gift that I received from my thoughtful and generous sister, Diane.  The photograph above is of this gift which is her painting of Cohen superimposed with many of the words of my favourite song of his, "Alexandra Leaving".  

She painstakingly searched for a still image from one of his videos and then took on the arduous and time-consuming process of painting the image and merging it with the text.  I am so touched by the thoughtfulness of this gift and so awed by the final result.

I left a small copy of this painting within a gazebo in the park opposite his house where the tributes have been moved. 









 




This last photograph is of a tiny, clinging vine on the bricks of his house.  I'm sure there is a metaphor here and were I to have the talent of Leonard Cohen, maybe I could write a poem about it.  Perhaps it would deal with the tenacity and subtle beauty of this little hardy plant as it spreads itself in space and time. I think many of these qualities exist in Cohen's works.


Sunday, November 27, 2016

Leonard Cohen - Thank you




Leonard Cohen died on November 7, 2016.

Leonard Cohen lived on poetry, music and love …

I had the privilege to see him in a live performance here in Montreal (his home town) almost four years ago to the day.  There was thunderous applause when he sang his amazing song “Hallellujah” and added a word as shown below:

“I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come home to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah.”

I am consistently moved by Leonard Cohen’s songs more than any other poet/singer.  His music evokes emotions of love and longing but also joy.  

As a Montrealer, I am privileged to be able to easily go to his house and his gravesite.  I visited these two places recently and took these photographs.








“And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China …” lyrics from “Suzanne”



"Hineni" is said to mean "Here I am" 
and is repeated in his song "You Want It Darker".


A beautiful rose in the fog and cold.



Thank you dear Leonard for your generosity in sharing your gift with all of us.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Grasshopper laying eggs





While I was walking along a trail in a local nature park I found a grasshopper that wouldn't move even as I crouched down to look at it.  When I examined it very closely, I noticed that its back end was inserted into the soil.  I wondered whether it was laying eggs, so while standing watching it, I took out my phone and Googled "how does a grasshopper lay eggs".  It was then that I realized she was doing just that!

Since she was out in the open and very vulnerable, I stood by her to stop two young girls who were running up and down the trail from inadvertently stepping on her.  I didn't realize that it would take 35 minutes for her to finish the job!


Here is my half minute video:
 Grasshopper laying eggs

Wikipedia has the following description of a grasshopper's life cycle:

Grasshoppers lay their eggs in pods in the ground near food plants, generally in the summer. The eggs in the pod are glued together with a froth in some species. After a few weeks of development, the eggs of most species go into diapause, and pass the winter in this state; in a few species the eggs hatch in the same summer they were laid. Diapause is broken by a sufficiently low ground temperature; development resumes as soon as the ground warms above a threshold temperature. The embryos in a pod generally all hatch out within a few minutes of each other. They soon shed their membranes and their exoskeletons harden. These first instar nymphs can then jump away from predators.

Grasshoppers have incomplete metamorphosis: they repeatedly moult (undergo ecdysis), becoming larger and more like an adult, with for instance larger wing-buds, in each instar. The number of instars varies between species. At the final moult, the wings are inflated and become fully functional. The migratory grasshopper, Melanoplus sanguinipes, spends about 25–30 days as a nymph depending on sex and temperature, and about 51 days as an adult.


Males stridulate, rapidly rasping the hind femur against the forewing to create a churring sound, to attract mates. Females select suitable egg-laying sites, such as bare soil or near the roots of food plants according to species. Males often gather around an ovipositing female; in some species she is mated as soon as she takes her ovipositor out of the ground. After laying the eggs, the female covers the hole with soil and litter.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Red-tailed Hawk


A week ago I was walking in Oka Park near Montreal and had the great good fortune to find a tail feather from a Red-tailed Hawk.  




About 15 minutes later I sighted the hawk in a tree and was able to get within feet of it to obtain these photographs.  As you can imagine, I was thrilled!

(To enlarge an image just click on it).












Saturday, April 30, 2016

Losing My Heart



About thirty years ago my Dad mailed me a smooth, green, heart-shaped stone that he found on a beach in Victoria, B.C. where he had moved a few years earlier. It quickly became my most cherished possession.
 
I carefully placed it in a small, embroidered pouch to which I attached two tiny angel pins.  And then I carried it everywhere I went.

One time I dropped it in a coffee shop and as soon as I had realized that it was missing, I raced back to the shop and found it lying on the floor under the table.  What a relief!

This close call really worried me and I began to imagine how I would feel if it were gone forever. Also, now deeply ensconced in my sixties, I often wondered what I would do with this stone in the event of my demise.  It was a treasure only to me.

Well, sadly I need not worry about this now as it has been truly lost during a trip to Florida this month.  I think it probably fell out of my bag on the airplane or in the airport as I fumbled with my wallet and passport, etc.

A lost item report has been filed with the airline, the rental car agency and the rented house but so far to no avail.

Barring the return of the stone, all I can hope is that it is with someone who appreciates its beauty or it somehow finds its way to a resting place in the beautiful Florida sun.

I'm sorry Dad ...

Monday, November 2, 2015

Cricket




Cricket came to me in the fall of 1999 when I found her wandering in front of Vanier College.  She was only a few months old and bore signs of a serious injury which had healed.  Her shoulder missed a patch of fur (which never grew back) and one hind leg stuck out at an angle.  A vet determined that it had either been broken or ligaments had been torn.  She speculated that Cricket might have been the victim of a fan belt injury.  (In cold weather, cats often seek the warmth of a car engine and are injured when the driver starts the car).

In spite of all this, Cricket was a spunky, funny, silly little cat that never grew up (in spirit or size).  She had crossed eyes and a dramatic flair.  Instead of crying at a closed door to get into another room, she would take a run and fling herself against the door! And just let her catch sight of a favourite toy or a laser beam and she was in full predator mode.  She chased that little red laser beam with all the intensity one could imagine.  Play was a very serious matter for Cricket.

Closets and cabinets were also serious things for her.  No matter where she was, if you opened a door, she appeared in an instant and tried to squeeze inside.  Being black, she was not very noticeable in dim light and it was sometimes minutes or even much longer before you realized she was missing.  Never making a sound, she would wait patiently for someone to open the door.

Another thing that she liked to do was sit on my lap when I was at the computer and put her forehead into the palm of my hand and just stay like that.  (It made typing rather difficult)!

Over a year ago Cricket’s blood work indicated that she was in the second stage of kidney disease. A year later, at age 16, her condition was deemed stable and she was eating, playing and doing well.  The only issue was occasional vomiting and I started giving her an antacid to help combat that.

October 22 started out like any other day.  Cricket ate normally, came into the living room where I was watching TV and asked to be picked up for me to give her kisses on the top of her head (which always made her purr).

Then I went out for breakfast and a shopping trip downtown.  I browsed the stores basically to pass the time (which I will always regret) and came home just before 4 p.m. When I came home, my cat Willow came to the door but not Cricket.  I didn’t think very much about it at first but then I found her on the bedroom floor in the corner of the room unable to get up.  It didn’t take me long to realize that she was in real trouble.  I immediately called the vet and they gave me an appointment within the half hour.  Then I brought the carrier to her on the floor and when I lifted her she twisted in my hands and screamed!  In all the time she had been with me I had never heard a sound from Cricket other than purring.  To hear her scream was shocking.

During the wait at the vet’s she also cried and I knew this was very serious and that she was in pain.  She extended her paw through the bars in the front of the carrier and wrapped it around my finger and held on like that until our name was called.  I could feel her tight grip as she fought the pain.  I kept telling her that I was sorry – over and over.  Finally when the vet came to examine her, she determined that Cricket’s temperature was low and that she had a heart murmur.  The diagnosis was an aortic thromboembolism.  In other words, a blood clot lodged in her aorta and blocked blood flow to her hind quarters.  This results in full or partial paralysis and extreme pain as the muscles harden.

I wanted her to be free of pain as quickly as possible and since there was no hope of recovery, I opted for immediate euthanasia.  While the sedation took hold (prior to the lethal injection), I stroked her purring body and told her how much I loved her and I thanked her for all the gifts she had given me over the years.  She was a tremendous life-force squeezed into a tiny body that could always make me laugh with her silly antics and her adorable little face with its crossed eyes and upturned nose.

Cats always enrich one’s life and Cricket enriched mine beyond measure.