For days and days and days and days we lived in an atmosphere as thick as pea soup.
And then the wind picked up. It blew the fog away and delivered some hefty, hefty rain clouds. My house is near the end of that spit of land on the left, in that gap between the trees, but looking out the other way towards Comox Bay. The beach in these photos is not far away but it gets hammered much harder by the wind.
See the foam that has piled up on the beach like whipping cream that has blown off the frothing tops of the waves.
Anyone for a little boat ride today? Surfing might be okay except for the many rocks on this beach.
This lonely seagull probably can’t decide where he wants to go but it doesn’t matter because it’s unlikely he’ll get there today anyway. He will go where the winds take him.
More foam collects on the beach. At night those fish who have legs come ashore and gather this whipping cream to put on their “sponge” cake for dessert.
“Careful,” hollers the Captain. “Stay off those logs. They’re “slicker’n snot on a doorknob,” he announces crudely.
“Aye, aye, Cap’n! Aaarrrh haaarrrh.”
Brisk and wild and wonderful
The sea spray soaks my face
I gasp for air that whooshes past
With giant strength and pace.
I lift the camera in the wind
Don’t want to lose my grip
I brace myself against the sway
As if I’m on a ship.
The lens is spattered, droplets run,
No way to keep it dry.
I click the pictures anyway
And whoop and gasp and cry.
The wind is strong, I need to hold
The car door safely tight.
I ease inside and yell out, “Wow!
I thought I might take flight.”
“So glad I got here first. That pushy Steller’s jay would be hogging both suet blocks if he could.”
“Darn it all. That flicker got the best suet block. If I’d only been a few seconds faster, it would have been all mine, for me, myself, and I.
I’ll have to take the left over one. I’m sure it’s not as good as the one Mr. Polka-dot is nibbling at. If he were a tad smaller, I’d scare him off, like I do the little runts that come here looking for a free handout.”
“Let’s see…. One big leap and a quick turn in the air and I’ll be up there. Can’t wait to get my beak into that treat.”
“Now for a taste of the good stuff.
Blech! Yech. Blech. He sure didn’t let on it tasted that bad. Yuck! Where can I spit?”
“Oh well … I’ll do without. The missus says I’m getting a bit of a belly anyway.”
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Think RED. Now imagine this full moon as red as the ring around it. That’s how it really looked. The smoke in the air gave the moon the colour of blood. I’m sorry my camera doesn’t show how red it was.
I thought it was interesting that the end of a tree branch is silhouetted against the moon’s face.
The next day, as Paul Simon said …
It was a sunny day,
Not a cloud was in the sky.
Not a negative word was heard,
From the people passing by.
Not clouds made of water anyway. It would have been a bluebird sky if it wasn’t for the smoke. The sun was so red last evening that I thought I was looking at the red planet in a science fiction movie. It was eeeeeeeerie! Again, the photo doesn’t show the true colour I saw. Like the moon the night before, the sun was blood red. Today it’s more of the same. Smoke fills the skies.
We have natural disasters all over the world. Wildfires, floods, and hurricanes. These are all extremely hard to deal with. What I don’t understand is why we need to add man-made disasters (terrorism, political power struggles, crime, and war) to the mix.
I just had a note from WordPress letting me know this was my 500th post. My first reaction was, “Wow! Isn’t that great?” but then I thought, “Uh-oh! Am I talking too much?” 😉
The weather has been crazy here for two months. Rain and wind, wind and rain, repeating ad nauseam. Ruby, our springer spaniel is a brave dog, unless it’s windy. Objects without wings flying around, lawn chairs sliding across the deck, branches dropping out of the sky – these things freak her out.
She won’t move farther than two feet from me. I have to do my hair curling leaning over her as she plunks herself down on the mat in front of my feet and won’t budge. I move over a few feet and so does she. It drives me crazy.
Emma is still too naive to be afraid, so when they are outside doing their business, Emma comes back when I call her. Ruby could be anywhere, cowering, or standing stiff-legged and catatonic until she is dragged back into the house where she drives me crazy with her anxious panting.
In the morning, I had put the dogs out while I had a shower. I looked out the bathroom window just before stepping into the shower, and the dogs were by the kennel. The door had blown shut on it so they couldn’t get in. They have mats by the back door in the covered area outside the laundry room, but Ruby hides in her doghouse in the kennel if it’s cold or windy.
Wild and wonderful and free
Is how the ocean looks to me.
Foam that flies across the road,
Wind and waves that toss their load
Of logs and seaweed on the land,
Leave them lying on the sand.
Imagine standing in those rollers,
Feel the power bowl you over.
No, no, no. I’m not that crazy.
Where’s my camera? I’ll be lazy.
It’s too chilly for such folly,
Best go home and deck with holly.
I have to laugh because I was going to start this blog with the clichéd beginning that every author has been warned away from:
It was a dark and stormy night….
But it really was! And I was home alone. Well, almost. My spaniels, Ruby and Emma, kept me company by the fire as I watched, for lack of anything better on the TV, “Forensic Files,” all about real murders and how the investigators found the killer in spite of overwhelming odds, by using expert forensic techniques.
Everything was peaceful, except for what was on television, which I had turned to a low volume. Then a sudden thump that sounded like someone throwing a heavy boot on the window, nearly had the dogs and me jumping out of our skin.
The dogs reacted as expected, which was to leap up and run toward the source of the noise, barking as if their lives depended on sounding as loud and fierce as possible. If I’d been a potential intruder on the outside of the house I would have been over the hills and far away as quickly as I could say, “Hounds of Baskerville.”
I raced from room to room turning on lights. On the back deck, I waved my hand in front of the motion sensor that lights up the driveway. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I got the big flashlight out, saw the bear spray in the drawer, and told myself, “I can always get it later, if there’s a threat outside.”
I turned on the front deck lights. Nothing there.
Thinking it might be Halloween pranksters a few days late, I shone the light down towards the front door to see if anyone was hiding there.
A big bird was crouched on the cement landing in front of the door. He looked just like the one I had photographed in Montana a couple of weeks ago. This is what he looked like as he flew up and into the nearby trees.
Later, I wondered what this owl was doing here, so close to the house. I hear the owls often in the fir trees nearby but they never crash into our windows like so many songbirds do. My conclusion:
He saw the plaster cockatoo that I had brought from Mexico, hanging in the window. With the weeping fig nearby, he wouldn’t realize that the cockatoo was inside the house and that there was a window pane between himself and the bird. He was probably making a swoop down to grab him when he hit the window. He flew away easily enough after sitting, stunned, on the front landing for a while. I really hope he didn’t hurt himself too badly.
I’ve taken the cockatoo down. Don’t want a repeat of last night. Also, after my nerves took such a beating, I’ve decided it’s not a good idea to watch scary shows when I’m home alone.