I wonder if I can get bored with trout? We had trout for dinner last night and Bob just brought home three more. I think he would like to have caught a whole mess of them, but they are so much tastier when you eat them right after they’re caught. I better go look up trout recipes….
Monthly Archives: May 2013
I’ve always thought inuksuit were found only in the Arctic, but I’ve recently learned of several findings in the High Colorawdough Desert and now, lo and behold, I’ve found one here in Western North Carolina!
This one seems damaged; as though most of it has been washed away by the creek leaving only one leg. Either that, or the Eastern Cherokee built their inuksuit to resemble some other human appendage.
I thought of informing the park authorities, but I didn’t like the idea of a bunch of archaeologists swarming around it, carefully cleaning it up with their little paintbrushes and disassembling it to haul it away to some sterile glass box in a museum somewhere, so I’m going to keep my mouth shut.
For more information on inuksuit, Wikipedia has an article and exciting images of the recent Colorawdough findings can be found here.
We had such perfect weather yesterday that it was impossible to be indoors. These photos are from the Pisgah National Forest along one of the tributaries of the French Broad River. One of the roads into the forest is about halfway to the grocery store, so we took a little sidetrip to check out potential fishing spots.
I’ve been seeing this tiny thumb-sized hummingbird at one of the feeders the last couple of days. He’s been valiantly defending his feeder, chasing off much larger hummers. Today, his lunch was interrupted by a robin and he quickly removed himself to a safer place. The robin was pecking at one of the fake flowers, trying to figure out how to get the sugar-water out of it – I got a picture just as he was ready to give up and fly off, but it was through a curtain, so you can only make out the outline. It was so funny watching this idiot robin trying to eat at a hummingbird feeder.
Claire thought the photo required further elaboration:
Tiny hummer, true to his courageous nature, wasn’t intimidated and has been back several times.
My scrappy cat came home a couple of months ago with a very badly torn and bloody ear. It’s healed now, but you can see the split in this photo:
Bella usually barks to get out and help out in a cat-fight, so I think she’s braver than she ought to be when defending her territory.
She looks so evil when her pupils contract to tiny slits: