Archive for June, 2021


We have a pergola across the back of the yard where we hang flower baskets. This year one of the baskets has been adopted by a Bushtit bird. At first we thought it was building a nest but that does not seem to be the case. It just likes to live in it.

If I come near the basket to water or even mow the grass the bird flies out and then swops at me going Tit Tit Tit Tit.

It keeps this up until I move off, despite my telling her, (many times) that I built the pergola and bought the basket so I have every right to be there. No mercy from the bird. Unusual because these birds are normally in flocks but this one is solo.

Another Bird Project

This is pretty much the end of my bird related items. It is a bird feeder.

I have gone through all my cedar and time to think of another project.

This was originally going to be a Chinese Temple birdhouse for Janine and Vedran, but got too big so I decided to make it a feeder instead. Big issue was to find the plastic tube that goes down the center to hold the seed. I checked out a Sally Ann store and found this item that is supposed to hold wooden spoons on your counter. At 78 cents a good buy. Threw out the metal frame and kept the tube.

The top lifts off to fill the tube.

With the good weather spending less time in the shop anyway.

A Friday Dinner

It is Friday or, as we refer it to in our home, as Mackerel Snapper night. I had planned an evening out on the patio with the meal prepared on the BBQ. Turned out to be raining.

Would California just love to have our local issue with many rainy evenings.

I prepared skewers of prawns and local scallops along with skewers of veggies.

Big scallops. Very lightly seasoned and heated just a couple of minutes on the BBQ.

A delicious meal. But always takes me to mind..

Pat’s Aunt Mary used to talk about when she grew up on PEI and Lobster was a poor person’s food. They had to eat it as kids because sometimes real meat was not affordable.

So I wonder if the first Nation people that lived here in the valley over the eons, thought of scallops as poor person food. Granted they did not have lemon pepper to season it… but still….

Bike Riding

Many years ago I realized that running, or jogging, was not a good exercise. Well many of you might disagree, running while upright, is not a natural function for the homo erectus in the last 40,000 years. Bad on the knees and the feet.

I decided that riding a bike was better. So for many years when we lived in Oakville I would do my cardio by heading out on bike rides around the community or in the countryside.

When I did runs from Oakville to Burlington on Lakeshore Road there was one thing I prided myself on. If I saw someone coming up on a bike behind me on my helmet mirror, I would speed up. No way would anyone pass me.

Now occasionally I would see that it was one of those crazy guys riding a $3000 bike, as light as a feather, with tires the width of your little finger, dressed in yellow speedos, butt up in the air… but that did not count. Just do not let a recreational rider pass me. No matter if I had to have a heart attack, not going to happen.

When I started riding a route around here I kind of followed the same routine. Granted not a lot of young skinny guys and gals on fancy bikes these here.

For the last year I had cut back on the riding but took it up again a few months ago. Some knee issues but better than going to the fitness club where you have to wear a mask while doing your cardio on a cross trainer. Very sweaty.

Lovely morning today so I was doing my normal 10 k loop.

I was riding down Anderton road and noticed a rider in my mirror catching up to me. In the past I would have geared up and gone ballistic, but I let the rider eventually catch up and pass. A younger lady, maybe in her 50s on the same kind of bike cruised past and we shared morning greetings. There was a time this would never happen.

She pulled ahead.

We kind of live at the top of a ridge. No matter where you bike there are great downhill stretches, but eventually you actually have to climb back up the hill. Granted we are not talking of Tour De France kind of stuff, but an uphill.

So I turn the corner to finally take the gentle slope up Crown Isle Drive home and there she was taking a break on the side. Pretending to talk to someone working on one of the houses, but I realize, she had gone off too hard.

Rode home and felt pretty good,