April
2, 2006:
A
bright, sunny day, not quite as warm as some we’ve had, but pretty nice.
Our snow is disappearing fast but not too fast, as every night the
temperature drops down below freezing. We worried about getting stuck on
our driveway, but it’s bare and almost dry. It will take a long time to
cut down those snowbanks, though.
The
skating rink is no longer useable, in fact about two thirds of it is now
dry gravel. Brian put in an awful lot of work for a very short season!
You
can hear geese just about any time you go outside. The first ones showed
up just over a week ago, a flock of a dozen or so. Seems to me they
normally start showing up around this time of year. What do you suppose
they live on? Joe Ottenbreit was the first to report seeing crows, near
the Chelan corner. Frank hadn’t seen any yet, so we can’t couldn’t
on the “seven snows after the first crow” rule. By now, he must have
seen some, but the seven more snows we can do without.
We
saw several crows between here and Melfort last Monday, and now there are
lots of them. I talked to the Fowlers, Sharon and Brian, and they said
they saw robins south of the park. They also saw a bluebird near Porcupine
Plain yesterday. Brian Shuya spotted one, too. I thought it seemed a bit
early for them, but Fowlers have a friend who keeps track of the birds’
comings and goings, and this is just about normal.
Talking
of geese, Frank says they are really easy to catch. You put a few grains
of corn in the bottom of a Styrofoam cup and rub some honey around the lip
of the cup. Set the cup down where geese feed. Pretty soon, a goose will
stick its head into the cup to get the corn and the honey will stick the
cup to its head, blinding it. You just walk up and grab the goose by the
neck.
Jack
went him one better. Years ago, goose hunters on the shore of Lake Lenore
would pile some home brew mash at the edge of the water, then hide in
their blinds. The geese loved the mash and pretty soon would be too drunk
to fly, so the hunters would just walk up and take what they wanted. Of
course, if the hunters had the product of the mash in their blinds with
them, they may not have been in any condition to walk!
Where
are all the red polls? Seems to me by this time of year there should be
lots of them coming to the feeder, but nobody has reported seeing them.
Fowlers, who live in Saskatoon, haven’t seen any, either. A lady from
Barrier Ford told us yesterday that she had hardly seen a bird all winter,
though she had seeds out for them, and I have heard that from others as
well. We certainly haven’t had big flocks of birds but there always seem
to be a few.
George
Renneberg said he was able to get his fishing shack off Greenwater, but
not off Steiestol. He had one on each lake. George said the ice thickness
on Steiestol is only about fifteen inches. On Greenwater it was about
seventeen inches, but there was a foot of floodwater above that, and then
just a coat of fresh ice. The deadline for removing fishing shacks was
Friday, and I could see four on the west side of our bay, and two on the
east side. This afternoon, only the two on the east side were left. I had
a nap and when I woke up, those two were gone also.
It
wasn’t easy, getting them off, as they had frozen into the ice. I heard
of one man who had one up by the former picnic table. He despaired of ever
getting it off the ice so took a chainsaw, cut through the wall just above
the floor and removed the shack, leaving the floor frozen to the ice.
I
got an e-mail from Keith Bjorgaard. He now lives in Terrace, but was
raised four miles north of Perigord, and went to Bellshill School. Keith
is Thelma Toovey’s brother and periodically visits back here. He asked
if the Merv I sometimes mention is Merv Miller, so I mentioned it to Merv.
He remembered Keith well; they chummed together when they were about
sixteen. The Bjorgaards left soon after that. Merv is going to get in
touch with Keith.