Rocco and I are walking 1 km, sometimes slightly more, this past couple of weeks. He is SO happy, although he does turn into a bit of a grump when we turn around (much too soon in his opinion). This is this morning at the beach as you enter Lakeside Park from the east:
|A few gaggles of geese! Easily 40, and six sailboats.|
Last night it was an incredible sultry evening, the kind I just love, so I went for a walk about 8:30. On my way back home, I came upon this stunning scene in Lakeside Park:
Nature and her glories NEVER fail to soothe my soul and put things in perspective: I'm pretty minuscule, me and my issues and my celebrations.
This next one is a woe and a celebration. Naala alerted me to the presence of a bug in our bedroom a few weeks ago when MacGyver was in Alberta. She was doing her job, protecting the sanctuary since the boss was away. I saw a bug that I have never seen before, a good 3/4"-1" in length, and quick grabbed a shoe and smacked it. I gasped when I saw its most incredible lettuce-green blood. I got it onto a piece of toilet paper and went into the ensuite to toss it into the garbage. The light wasn't on. Why does that matter, you think. Well, this is what I saw in the garbage when I dropped it:
Looking up the other day at the incredible blue sky, I saw this sight, another I have never before seen: cotton candy-coloured clouds! Look at the ones below the top white gauze one. They shimmered and changed colours, much like the Aurora Borealis (which sadly we don't get to see now I live so far south in Canada). I think it was the humidity in the air, and the reflection off the waters of Lake Erie perhaps? These iridescent rose and turquoise ones took my breath away.
|Oh how they love getting their Kong biscuit/peanut butter treats!|
Clockwise: another hydrangea from our bush, flanked by two Pee Gee ones from our small trees. The pink ones last and last and last. At first I was horrified to see this dead, huge 'cricket' on our front step. MacGyver said he did not believe it was a cricket...I finally got up the nerve to gently nudge it over with a shoe and saw the pincers or mandibles...I knew this was no cricket. So I texted Julie of Pink Doxies to see if she knew what it was (she knows a LOT about the flora and fauna around this area) and immediately got a response: "A stag beetle, quite rare! Save it for Brady!" which I have done. I'm not as much a fan of it as I am of cicadas, but it is rather fascinating, and very large as you can see. Here's an interesting article I found on these beneficial insects. On to warmer and fuzzier bodies...Belly pics of Bella, sunbathing early this morning in the sunlight streaming through the open full-screen front door, and last Friday, Rocco having a wonderful back itch on one of our walks.
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