Immature Senior on Pheasants

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Pheasant’s Tail

We see our little pheasant family almost every day now. It seems they have made our back yard and forest their home. The baby has grown and is almost as big as the female adult, his mom. The males has changed the most! Every one of his long slander tail feathers have gone. He appears to be in molt. Looking scruffy and forlorn. He no longer herds the female nor does the displays of the spring. It seems that parenthood had worn him out! We have changed his name from long tail to no tail. After doing some reading we have discovered that pheasants don’t like the heat. Its been hot as of late almost 40 Celsius. According to the book we read, it tells of how hot weather renders the males sterile. I suspect the loss of tail feathers and sedate behavior are symptoms of just that. We hope its temporary as we enjoyed the male’s antics and would like to see another chick or two next year. Though during the heat they have been up to plenty of amusing stuff, like standing under the sprinkler to get cool, or nosing their way under my Zucchini plants to find some shade!

Immature Senior & Entertaining Grandkids

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Art A La Carte

This morning we were at our favorite fast food joint when several grandparents wandered in, grand kids in tow. More than once I heard the complaint of “I’m bored.” I was tempted to approach the group but kept my place. I was an art teacher before becoming ill with connective tissue disease and neuro muscular issues. In that time I developed several art lessons which due to my encroaching illness became ones that fit onto step by step cards. I would post the cards and guide my students through the lessons. I was a relief teacher, taking an hour in each class twice a week do teachers could do their prep times. In time I could no longer teach, but kept my units. Then one day I approached a publisher. That’s when Art A La Carte was born. I called the lesson such as I had to use a converted cart to carry my art materials. It had wheels, was lightweight and I could move it from room to room. Over the years I have published all my lessons. They were developed in such a way that those with little art training could use them. There are examples of each step, written directions and a list of materials needed for each lesson. These would be suitable for a small group of grand kids who are bored! Even better for the grandparents, who have little art skills. Together you could go through each lesson and have fun while learning how to draw. The lessons are suitable for grades three to five, or so. They are available at www.rainbowhorizons.com. Once at the site click on the art tab, and you will see the varied lessons. They are available as PDF downloads for $16.00 each set, and $24.00 for the PDF and paper copy. Each set had a brief description so that you can decide which best suits your needs. Though they are normally used in classroom situations they work fine in small groups or for individuals. They are also great to take on holidays or camping since all you really need is drawing paper, pencils, pens, and pencil crayons, as well as felt pens, and the lessons of course. A small box could hold it all, or a brief case and provide days of entertainment for those creative youngsters. Hope this helps!

Immature Senior- Still Hard at Work!

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Overworked!

A few days ago I heard someone say that the warm lazy days of summer are back.
Was he kidding? I find summer one of the busiest seasons of the year! This year in particular has proven busy. Our roof need replacement. That was finished last week, much to my delight. We go a decent cost on the replacement but it didn’t include demolition removal. It took us over a week to get that done, a bit every day to load. Then a whole day for hubby to unload. Hubby did the heavy stuff I did things like separating plastic, using a magnet on a stick to get all the nails, and encouragements! Only a week ago they began a pilot project in our area to recycle roofing shingles, so the sorting was necessary. That was my job, sort of, except for the heavy stuff, which was almost everything!
Then there were the twenty some trees we had to remove, big huge ones, some topping one hundred feet tall, mostly cottonwoods. As I write this hubby is outside using his Bobcat to move things into suitable piles for burning in the winter, we had a professional faller come in a drop the trees.
Then there was the need to dispose of all the old metal vents from the re-roof. We replaced duriod shingles with metal roofing, so they had to go. Luckily our area recycles metal…as well as the shingles. So this morning we did a quick clean up adding a whole lot of accumulated metal over the years and took it to be recycled.
And when I was weeding a bit, I noticed the Zucchini had two lovely fruits ready, so…now I have to pick them and freeze them.
July is only a few days old and I already feel like the summer is speeding by!

Immatue Senior- Overworked!

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Overworked!

My apologies for not posting much this month,its been eventful. It all began with a rain storm. One which exposed a leak in our roof. A rather big leak. Hubby got up there and patched it only to find the shingles brittle and old. Time for a new one. So we spent some time ordering materials and contacting our roofer, he’d done a smaller job two years ago, very reasonable. Then we noticed how the grove of old Cottonwood trees were
staring to have branches snap off. We have acreage, and a good part of it treed. These trees were ninety to one hundred feet plus tall, and close enough to the house to cause damage to that new roof we were planning…so we hired a man to take care of them. There were over twenty trees in all, with twelve being huge. The cost astounded us, It started at twelve grand, we negotiated it down to just a tad over four, but hubby had to help, and the clean up was ours to do. The new roof goes on today. The tress were completed four days ago. We now have a mess in our back yard, soon to have one in our front as the shingles come off. So in saying this, if my blog seems rather thin in the next few weeks you will all know why. Both of us have physical limitations, but we hope to take a bit of time doing clean up. Thankfully hubby has a big machine, a skid steer to do a lot of it. But he still has to use his saw to buck up lengths from sixty feet down to five or so to manage them. Some trees are well over three feet across! He’s no youngster either, just turned 69. And I am so hobbled up that I direct him, though I have tossed a small limb or two out of the way. I must say I am pretty proud of how robust the still is!
Then to add to it all I went and bought a huge spoon collection from an estate, some 1900 of them, yes I collect spoons. Now they will need sorting and to be displayed. Hubby suspect we’ll both be in heaven before it all gets done. Already he has several burn piles ready for winter burning. Yes we phoned everywhere to try to get someone to take those logs, no mill wanted them. We even tried several paper mills, no luck. So the next few months will be busy. I will do my best to post, but if not you know where I’ll be, standing amid the debris wondering how to get it all done. Good thing we had saved up to buy a car, wont’ be doing that now, the saving will go to the new roof, and the rest to the tree removal, will have to hold off on that vehicle for now, oh well!

Immature Senior- Poet

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Poetry

Snow lingers in the shadows
up the mountains not yet gone
Where the sun rises earlier
the first place to greet the dawn.

Winter tucked beneath the trees
despite warm days and tepid winds
even though spring is fully on us
snow resists that constant breeze.

Well into the summer patches do persist
well into full sun heated days
long and bright and sultry warm
total melt that snow resists.

Snow still lingers in the shadows
upon the craggy mountain side
a reminder of our winter
that even summer can not hide.

Baby Pheasant

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Baby Pheasant

A few days ago I was enjoying the view out my window. As expected the Pheasant came into view. I saw our resident male, we call him long tail, with a female in tow.
Then between them I spotted some movement. It was delighted to spy a baby pheasant. He was all tawny speckled brown, like the mom, but oh so much smaller. Not more than a hand full. The babe’s tail was but a bump. He pecked with great agility around mom’s feet and below her. I have seen the baby every day since the first around the same time, just after three o’clock. Every day the youngster seems to grow! He’s getting more agile and wanders further from his folks. Today I saw the little family just after one, looks like they need to get junior out more often to feed. I am hoping to see others in the next few weeks, for their survival deems the need for more babies. It had been and continues to be a sheer delight to watch these fabulous creatures grace our yard!

Imature Senior & Learning Curves

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Old Dog- New Trick

Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Juts this last week I had to learn a few. My desk top computer started to act up. It crashed several times then went nuts! Almost lost all my files, stories included. But in this case I listened to my computer savvy son’s advice. He had talked me into using memory sticks and I learned how to save files to them. I had to get into the habit of saving my work to the memory stick. And wouldn’t you know it, I did so the very day before my computer went. What luck! After talking with my son and sending him details about the messages my sick computer was giving me, he concluded it was a fatal issue with RAM. Now my desk top is a senior too, like me. It was rebuilt product my son coupled together from new parts and old. It even had a floppy disc drive. It used a dial up modem. The Cd burner was gone, didn’t read them any more either. The screen was on its last legs too, but I was used to it, but had to face facts, it is gone! So after much thought I put it into storage and set up my lap top. Th first issue moving programs onto it. Since the old computer was down I had to locate all my old discs. Then I had to get it set up for inter-net use. Now I’m on of the few who still use dial-up. And as expected, the new lap tops do not have dial up modems. So off we went to buy a USB dial up modem.
I put off setting the modem up, knew it was going to be dicey. And I was right. I got the software on fine, then wanted to dial up the internet but couldn’t find where to configure the modem, and no the instructions didn’t say where or how…or anything much. I nearly broke into a sweat, trying to find the thing…then I did, still don’t know how I did it, but its done and it works. So here I am back to being able to make posts now, and more than a little surprised that I figured it all out on my own.

Immature Senior on Pelicans

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Pelicans

Last week went went for a drive along the old highway taking us to Kamloops. Nice drive as it goes along side Nicola Lake, Stump Lake and many others. Just near Stump Lake we noticed a large gathering of white water foul. At first we thought them swans. They were grouped together along the shore. Turns out they were pelicans!
Nearly twenty of them. They were close to shore, all in a bunch. We then realized that this would prove the way to identify them from a distance as swans seem to travel in small groups, often only two. They rarely are close to shore. Whereas the pelicans were very close to shore and grouped tightly. From now on we plan to keep this in mind when driving the area. Though swans are nice to spot, pelicans are even better, far more elusive and rare in these parts.

Immature Senior’s Frog Song

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Night Frog Song

With spring here we are getting quite a treat. Not only are the resident birds back, the Swallows, the Grosbeaks and the Robbins, but our frogs are back. We have a back yard pond. It lays behind our bedroom widow in a small hollow fringed by trees. Every night just after dark they begin. Fist one low throated frog, a single voice, then another, perhaps a trill. Then after a few moments several more join in until one can not distinguish one voice from the other. They sing fairly constant after that, through a great part of the night, until about four in the morning, if its warm. Their song ends earlier on colder nights. We have noticed on nights that stay above five Celsius they will sing until four, any lower the songs end sooner. If we open our window the volume goes up, way up. We have seen these frogs during he day. Most of them are tiny. Most of them are local tree frogs, cute, deep to bright green fellows with small black slashes along the eye, and not more than two or three inches. But man can they sing, and surprisingly loud. Every spring after the ice leaves the pond we look forward to them. There is nothing like being sung to sleep by frogs. Of course they are not sleeping, they are doing what comes naturally to them. Their songs are about love, frog love, and the survival of the species. Just the other day we spotted several egg clusters amidst the pond weeds. We go out of our way to avoid using pesticides and weed killers, everywhere on our property, because of those frogs. We keep the pond totally natural, it often sports lots of algae, and pond life a plenty. Oddly we do not suffer from mosquitoes, the tadpoles eat them. If the algae gets too thick we wait until the tadpoles have turned to frogs and have left the pond, then we rake it out and put it int our compost. We take good care not to damage our environment so that each spring we get to hear our frogs sing!

City of Kamloops Parking Violation Entrapment

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City of Kamloops Parking Violation Entrapment

For those of you who like to venture out around the province, be ware of events held in Kamloops. We attended the Kamloops target Sportsman Association 31st annual Gun & Antique Show & Sale at McArthur Sports Center on Saturday May 3 ,2014. They provided the expected flag personnel, all directing people into their parking lot. It was jamed packed, at 10 o’clock when we arrived. The place was a madhouse. As we had made the drive over to specifically attend, coming from Merritt, we didn’t really want to turn around and go home. The disabled parking was all gone, so I couldn’t; use my permit. We decided if we couldn’t find a spot, we would just leave. But luck would have it one appeared between two other trucks. To the right we noted a yellow diamond shape, so we steered clear of that, and were happy to have found a spot. We paid our four dollars each and went in. because I use a cane I couldn’t get anywhere near to the tables. I think I saw a gun or two, perhaps some antique glass, not sure. We were astounded that the fire Marshall hadn’t shut the place down. If there had been a fire we were goners! It got so bad, we left. Once at the car we noticed a little paper shoved behind the wiper blade. It was a parking ticket. Cars on either side of us as far as we could see each had one. The ticket cited us with parking on a cross walk. A twenty-five dollar fine! Bear in mind now, this was a parking lot, a very full one. There were no ‘No parking’ signs anywhere near us. There was no cross walk painted onto the pavement. We had parked right next to other cars, who like us had assumed that the open space was for parking. On our way out we spotted the by-laws officer. We said our piece, he wasn’t sympathetic at all. We had to drive around a convolution of one way roads to get out. Along each and every one we spotted cars parked on both sides up against yellow painted curbs, no parking zones for sure. Even some of the vendor’s RV’s were parked there! It was a Saturday. Our ticket stipulated that City Hall hours were from Monday to Friday 8:00 to 4:00. The ticket did allow a reduction in fine if paid within 24 hours. How convenient of them to be closed so that the 24 hours would expire! I plan to pay, but only the reduced amount. I will have the bill in the mail first thing Monday morning postmarked 24 business hours, if you please. We suspect that the city was rubbing its greedy little hands together all weekend, having sent their by-laws officer out to take advantage of the situation. We suspect they have done so before, probably will do so again. It seemed odd to us that a Fire Marshall was no where to be seen. Probably the guy was at home as he can’t issue lucrative tickets to the visiting public like a by-laws officer can! I will be forwarding a copy of the article to both Kamloops city hall and the Kamloops Target Sports Association.