Probably because I chased him. He wouldn’t fly though, despite the fact that I had the camera all set up to capture the beating of wings and fluttering of feathers; he just skittered as fast as his snowshoe feet could take him across the road and into the ditch.
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The Customs House
Along Water Street, in Harbour Grace, there is an old brick building in an area that has an interesting history. While it’s currently a museum, it has, in the past, been a home and a customs house and is located in what is now called the Harbour Grace Registered Heritage District. History has it that…
Too many layers
I like my Mondays simple. I like for everyone else to leave the house and for a modicum of order, peace and sanity to settle over my thought processes. Today that will not happen. Some Mondays are like that. Some Mondays are simply days that you roll with and lurch along from on task to…
Widgeon-holed
Today we went adventuring in Harbour Grace and Mackinsons. More on that later. One of the cool things that happened occurred when I spotted a beautiful beam of light flashing across Harbour Grace harbour and gently requested that we turn the bus around, head for the south side of the harbour with some alacrity because…
On Self-pity and determination
I had planned to go on a long run this afternoon. When you have a child, you have to plan such things because if you do not, they will not happen. As the saying goes for diets, exercise and anything else that can be easily sublimated by the whims of others, failure to plan is…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 