Canada geese have invaded, and they are not good neighbours, drinking and hooting and brawling into the small hours. I am ashamed to say I have longing fantasies of a BB gun. Can you imagine how quickly I’d be drummed from the inlet if my neighbours caught me potting geese from the deck? “Only if you eat them” says my sympathetic friend…
I told her the story of my shame while I was a Cub leader: we had spent a pleasant morning making Useful Things from branches, wellington boot dryers, tripods for washing-up,kites and the boys’ favorite – catapults! (slingshots). Turtledoves had been spending their morning tearing crab-apples and raining them wastefully on the ground and in a fit of irritation I loaded my catapult with a hard green crab-apple and fired it off – and I hit the ring leader fair and square. The boys looked on in fascinated horror… And respect. The bird flew off, and I haven’t shoot at a living thing since. Of course I have hardly been tempted til now.
From my neighbour: “Our marsh this morning is a bird
watchers delight. Cinnamon teals, buffleheads, western grebes, a
great blue heron, snowy egret, long billed curlews, phoebes, and of
course mallards. I even saw an avocet yesterday. This is what the
auduboners all get up at the crack of dawn and stand around and
I saw them from the comfort of my bed on a blissful grey dawn like the beginning of winter, with the mockingbird singing his heart out. Then I got up and finished a Roman blind for a friend, read a lovely and blush-making post about Rough Linen and this humble cabin in desiretoinspire.net – thanks Jo! – local concert this afternoon, dinner this evening. Domestic content.