Encounter in the woods

I just have to do a second post today!

I decided to go out this afternoon even though it was -20 °C with a windchill of -25° C!! There is a small wooded nature park near the local shopping mall that has been preserved as a green space by our enlightened mayor. There are trails, a stream, and several bird feeding stations as well as interpretative signs about the flora and fauna.

Well, after doing a bit of shopping at the mall, I walked to the park as it is on the way home. It was getting close to sunset but I wasn't very worried about "bad guys" lurking in the woods - not at these temperatures! Even so, as I walked the trail I stopped twice to look back. Well, the second time I did that, there he was! A most handsome, magnificent fox!! I was hoping to get a glimpse of one because of all the tracks I was seeing but instead of just a glimpse I had this most wonderful encounter.

He stopped and looked at me and I called to him. I told him over and over "I love you". (I tend to get emotional at times like this and just keep babbling). I wonder what these creatures think of me! Anyway, he was in fine form and was feeling playful. He leapt in the air a couple of times and then ran in quick spurts to my left. He was trying to get downwind of me to find out what I was. I saw him put his muzzle up and take deep sniffs of the air. I guess I wasn't considered a danger because he came closer and just like a dog playing in the snow, he crouched down with his bottom up and pushed his nose into the snow. I almost felt like I could say "here boy!" and he would have come right to my side! Then he did a wide semi-circle around me and I lost sight of him. I was breathless!

Walking on a bit, I scanned the woods to the right. There he was, not far away standing beside a tree and looking right at me. He came closer, made a long stretch putting his chin on his paws and then proceeded to trot away down the frozen stream. I whispered one more "I love you" as I watched him go.

Although I didn't have a camera with me, here is a picture I took of another fox on another walk. What a perfect day!

River walking

Several years ago I had my first "river walking" experience. This was something I had never heard of until a friend of mine mentioned it and asked if I wanted to go river walking in the Eastern Townships. Background: I am not comfortable in water (other than my warm night-time bath!). I do not swim and tend to think of bodies of water (rivers, lakes, oceans) as something nice to look at and as great sources of wildlife photo opportunities. But river walking - my! - is that ever something! I was able to do it again just over a year ago in a beautiful canyon area in northern Mexico. River walking awakens feelings of freedom and exhilaration. And it led to this poem. The photograph is of the river in Mexico.

RIVER WALKER 

Wakened and wandering, a drifter, a dreamer 

I walk the clear waters for cleansing and peace. 

The long winding river gives freedom and wisdom 

Time stretches slowly and day turns to night.

 

Moon shadows darken, plunging and drowning. 

Wind songs rise swiftly and swirl away. 

All of my dreams rest deep in your waters 

With morning approaching they rise to the light.

(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)

© Doris Potter

Giving thanks

My last two posts involved issues with money but by AC's generous sharing of his "blog friends", it emphasizes that friends are much more important. I was very pleased to receive all your comments and will take time this weekend to check out your own blogs and/or profiles. I am very new to all this so I'm not sure about the etiquette or even the navigation but I expect things will become clearer. And thanks, Donna for becoming my first "follower". I am honoured.

For Donna I will post another cat and for Serenity, another Woodpecker. I love to share my photos so expect to see many if you care to return. And thank you so much Cuppa, Barry and Queenmothermamaw for your interest and kind comments.

Willow

Pileated Woodpecker

No good deed goes unpunished

Well, well, well ... this is my second post in a row with an aphorism for a title. I am beginning to think this one is more true than yesterday's though. Not really, but I realized today that at sometime during my trip to Sears to right the wrong of my under-charged bill, I lost my transit card.

To replace it and the nineteen fares that were on it will cost me about $53.

Huh? How unfair is that?!

Honesty is the best policy

Last Wednesday I was shopping at Sears and bought two articles of clothing - a top and a pair of pants. The sales clerk rang them up, I handed her my MasterCard, signed the bill and headed home.

I chide myself constantly for never looking at the bill and just signing. I do it almost everytime and can't seem to break myself of the habit! Anyway, when I got home and glanced at the bill I saw that the first item was rung up at $0.72! I filed away the bill (in order to check it versus the credit card statement) and thus started a four day conversation with myself.

Should I go back to the store and show them the error? Will it create a big hassle and take up a lot of my time? Does the store absorb the loss or will the clerk be held accountable? Has Sears ever given me a hard time (like that would justify not informing them)? Could I give the money to a charity? That would serve them right for selling coats with real fur on them!

Well, today I did the right thing and went back to Sears. You wouldn't believe the total silence by everyone in earshot when I declared that I had been under-charged! You could have heard the proverbial pin drop. The clerk had to call the manager to ask how to correct it. After hanging up the phone she said the manager wants to say "Bonjour" and to thank me. I thought I owed $39.99 minus $0.72 but it turned out the top was on sale and was only $23.99. So I paid it and left the store feeling kind of good.

I certainly do not claim any saintliness in the "honesty" department but this was like stealing and whether it is from an individual or a large corporation, the principle is the same.

Sidewalk café

I guess I must be an optimist because when I think of winter I think of crisp white snow, sunshine and cobalt blue skies. I forget all about the dirty slush or frigid temperatures. Well today lived up to my idealized winter day!

I headed out to Mount Royal this morning and spent hours wandering about looking for wildlife. There were lots of tracks in the snow (fox, raccoon, squirrel, crow) but not very many creatures were out and about. At least not where I could see them. However a Downy Woodpecker was very cooperative by posing in the sun on a nearby tree.

Here it is.

The most amazing part of the day came later though when I was on my way home. By then I was feeling a little hungry and thought that a coffee and muffin would have been perfect. But the cafés on Côte-des-Neiges are always crowded and getting a seat is very difficult.

However ... the Second Cup had an outside terrace that was ... not crowded! So there I was, on January 23rd in a Montreal sidewalk café in the late afternoon!! I had no hat, no gloves and it was absolutely wonderful.

Mon pays c'est l'hiver ... vive l'hiver!

Darcy

How is this for a handsome fellow?















He is named after the famous Mr. Darcy of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" because of his dark good looks. Unlike the brooding Mr. Darcy however, this one is quite mischevious and loves to tease (dare I say bully) the other cats with whom he shares his living space. But his beauty allows him to get away with most transgressions.