bald eagle


The highlight of my week: sighting a juvenile bald eagle out on a large rock in the water in front of my place. He/she was about 40 yards away. Had a large stick in one foot. It was a little comical because it was wavy and every now and then a larger wave came up and the eagle didn’t seem to appreciate the cold water on its feet. Bald eagles don’t get their adult colouration (dark coat, white head, yellow beak) until they are four or five years of age. So I’m guessing with a stick as a trophy, this eagle is building a home nearby. Later in the day I saw a pair circling overhead. Nice new neighbours. Now the turkey vultures are not the largest birds in our neighbourhood.

We have lots of ducks, geese, trumpeter swans. Gets pretty noisy when they have their cocktail parties on the water.

I have only seen bald eagles here once before. Several winters back, two were a long way out on the ice having lunch. I watched them with binoculars. Quite a sight then. To see one so close this week was a big thrill. Massive head, huge feet and legs, and of course, those unbelievable wings.

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42


With the wearing of number 42 yesterday to remember Jackie Robinson and his first game with the Dodgers 60 years ago breaking baseball’s colour barrier, my mind went back to my parents. They told me about getting out to watch several games when Robinson played with the Montreal Royals before moving up to the parent club, the Dodgers. What a great player he was.

A strange juxtaposition this week with 42 and Don Imus’ dismissal. Lots of sparks inside my head about that but nothing clear enough to write about just yet.

the great explorer on a rainy day


the Sundance Kid, died last August aged 17 years

when he was younger and the lake water was higher, he used to come out over this rock piles, following me as I waded out to go for a swim. he would come out to the end of the rocks and then cry because he couldn’t follow me further….on the way back in I would pick him up and carry him in my arms back to shore about forty feet… I kept telling him I was going to teach him how to swim, but he talked me out of it.

fish trap





fish trap

Originally uploaded by canuckshutterer (W.J. Gibson).

a beautiful artifact at Ste. Marie Among the Hurons, Midland, Ontario, Canada….this end, the widest end of the collapsed fish trap, is about two and a half feet in diameter…

the photo was taken hand held with a Nikon Coolpix 5700 camera

this is one of my more “popular” photos on flickr

Pete Dexter’s Deadwood (1986)


treat yourself to a great reading experience and seek out a copy of Deadwood by Pete Dexter, published in 1986. I just finished reading it and I enjoyed every page.

My interest in all things Deadwood began with the HBO series. Dexter had nothing to do with that production. The hero of his novel is Charlie Utter. He has become one of my favourite characters of all time. Having read Dexter’s book I feel like I spent the time in the nineteenth century. I think the only other writer who has taken me back in time to that depth of feeling is Patrick O’Brian in the Aubrey-Maturin series.

If you watched HBO Deadwood you will find it interesting to compare and contrast the characters of Bullock, Hickok, Star, Swearingen, and Calamity Jane. Jack McCall, the cat man, and killer of Hickok receives an interesting “life” in Dexter’s novel.

A must read.