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…
Ridley Hall
It’s a sign that I’ve read too much Harry Potter; I now think of this as the Riddle House. It’s not, of course, but in my mind, when I read The Goblet of Fire and the passage, “Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest looking building for miles around, the Riddle House…
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…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 