Thursday, October 22, 2026

I MUST HAVE BEEN IN ONE OF MY 'FRUGALLY SCROOGE' MODES AGAIN

IN OUR PARK THIS MORNING
We here in our area of southern Ontario are so fortunate this October to be experiencing this marvelous spate of wonderful weather. Back-to-back sunny, cool days with 61F temperatures today.  So nice to be outside doing things, whether it be hiking, biking, walking, or just puttering around in the late Autumn flower beds.  Walking this morning, it felt more like an early September morn, and I was again surprised to be accompanied by little yellow Sulphur Butterflies.  On a slow drive through the countryside afterwards, I was able to have both of Subie's front windows down, and every time I looked over to the passenger seat my heart could see Pheebs sitting there with her head out the window and her ears gently flapping in the morning breeze.

 AN OLD ABANDONED FARM HOUSE

 THE ANNUAL CORN HARVEST IS UNDERWAY, AND I HAVE PUT MY BIG WHITE PALE AND SCOOP SHOVEL INTO THE CAR IN CASE I COME ACROSS SOME CORN SPILLS
Well, I don't know what the heck I was thinking about when in yesterday's post I questioned whether I should be feeding the birds this winter.  I must have been in one of my 'frugally Scrooge' modes again.  Waking up clear-headed this morning and back to my old self, I slipped out the door first thing to inform and insure my little feathered and furry friends that yes, I would be here once again and they could count on me to help them through the winter.  I figure if I give up my A&W Buddy Burgers for the next six months, I will be able to afford all the birdseed my little friends will eat.  And judging by the comments on yesterday's post, readers are in total agreement.  Thanks for the nudge in the right direction, folks:))  And, by golly, I saw Juncos in the front yard this afternoon, and that is encouraging:))

 CANADA GEESE
It's that time of year again when I enjoy hearing familiar sounds in the sky.  For the past couple of weeks, I've heard flocks of Sandhill Cranes and Tundra Swans high overhead winging their way south.  Unfortunately, because of my cataract eye problem, I have not been able to see them.  Maybe by next year at this time, that problem will have been corrected.  I'm looking forward to that.
 LOTS OF LOW-FLYING CANADA GEESE IN THE AIR PRACTICING THEIR FLIGHT PATTERNS BEFORE HEADING SOUTH

 JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM US
 CATCHING A FEW RAYS IN THE BACKYARD THIS AFTERNOON....OH GEE, HOW CAN YOU TELL IT'S A SELFIE, EH
Memories Music Box::
 Operator by Jim Croce

DID YOU NOTICE THE FRONT END OF AN OLD TRUCK IN THIS PHOTO
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A family was visiting an Indian reservation when they happened upon an old tribesman lying face down in the middle of the road with his ear pressed firmly against the blacktop.  The father of the family asked the old tribesman what he was doing. The tribesman began to speak..."woman, late thirties, three kids, one barking dog in late model, white, four-door station wagon, traveling at 65 m.p.h. "That's amazing!" exclaimed the father. "You can tell all that just by listening to the ground?" "No," said the old tribesman, weakly. "They just ran over me five minutes ago!"

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Q: Why did the little Moron quit his job as a restroom attendant?
A: He couldn't figure out how to refill the hand dryer!

- Both my wife and I are bad cooks. Our cooking is so bad, that our kids have started praying after we've had dinner.

- Just changed my Facebook name to 'No one', so when I see stupid posts I can click like and it will say 'No one likes this'.

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A preacher, newly called to a small country town, needed to mail a letter. Passing a young boy on the street, the pastor asked where he could find the post office.
After getting his answer, the minister thanked the boy and said, “If you’ll come to the community church this evening, you can hear me tell everyone how to get to heaven.” “I don’t know, sir,” the boy replied. “You don’t even know how to get to the post office!”

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Wednesday, October 21, 2026

TO BIRDSEED OR NOT TO BIRDSEED

 AN OCTOBER FARM LANE
Tuesday evening, not wanting to miss the end of another fine sunny day, I took a drive into Bayfield to have a look at the sunset over Lake Huron.  Skies were cloudless, so it was just a big orange ball sinking into the lake.  Snapped a few pics from Bayfield's Pioneer Park.  Took a wee drive around Bayfield and noticed both Rosie's Ice Cream Shoppe and the Woodland Drive-In were closed.  They might be open on the weekend, or they might both be closed for the season. 

 SAW THESE GALS PADDLING DOWN THE BAYFIELD RIVER AND DID YOU NOTICE THE DOGGY
RUNNING A LITTLE BEHIND, THESE TWO PALS ARE HURRYING TO GET LAUNCHED
'NEED A LITTLE HELP  WITH YOUR BALANCE MOM'
HEADING OUT AND NOBODY HAS EVEN GOT WET YET
 HURRYING DOWN RIVER TO CATCH UP WITH THE REST OF THE PADDLERS
 'STEADY AS SHE GOES CAPTAIN'
 ABOUT TEN MINUTES LATER, FROM ATOP THE BLUFFS AT PIONEER PARK I SPOTTED THE PADDLERS OUT ON LAKE HURON
 TUESDAY NIGHTS MOON AS SEEN FROM BAYFIELD'S PIONEER PARK

Woodsy messaged me this morning saying she heard people scraping their windshields after last night's heavy frost.  I looked out the window here but could see no signs of frost, but then again, living with a canopied forest overhead, it's not always easy to see what the weather is doing.  However, arriving at my country road walking spot later, I saw that the green Alfalfa field of two days ago was now brown.  Could it have been the overnight killer frost, or had the farmer sprayed the field with something?  I did see vehicle tracks in the large field. 

 THIS ONCE GREEN ALFALFA FIELD TURNED BROWN LITERALLY OVERNIGHT
I followed my walk with a drive along the Bannockburn Line, which cuts through a forest at its southern reaches.  How nice to see the blaze of Autumn's majestic colors along the way at this, my favorite time of year.

AN OCTOBER CREEK BED
AN AUTUMN FARM LANE
Another eavestrough cleaned out and more raking of pine needles and leaves on this fine sunny October day.  I'm trying to decide what to do about the birds this winter.  Since I switched to squirrel-proof birdseed last spring, it sure has solved my squirrel problem (and cost me a lot less money) but I also do not have nearly as many birds in the front yard, and I miss that.  If I go back to the birdseed mix that I've been using the last bunch of years, I'll soon have a ton of squirrels again.  This also brings me to the question of whether I should be out and about looking for corn spills again this year.  It's mainly the squirrels who eat the corn, but I think Blue Jays eat it too.  Since switching birdseed, I haven't seen a Blue Jay for months.  Or a lot of the other birds either.  So, I don't know.  To birdseed or not to birdseed, this is the question.  Decisions, decisions.   
 A RELAXING MORNING ON A NEIGHBORING FARM
A Blast From Our Past:: 
Following a Facebook
 lead, I stumbled across a post I wrote on September 19th, 2016.  In this post, I had included links to a number of ghost towns and other historical areas Kelly and I had explored in the Tombstone, Arizona area.  My memories begin towards the end of the post with the words, 'Desert USA'.  When I read my posts and see my accompanying photos from our RV travel days, many related memories spring forth in my mind, leaving me with a feeling of sadness.  And it is for that reason that I don't often read my old posts.  And this post is full of old memories for me.  Here's the link....A Look Back To Some Of Our Adventures In Southeastern Arizona  

 A FEW PHOTOS FROM AROUND TE SOUTH END OF OUR PARK THIS MORNING
Memories Music Box:: I'd Really Love To See You Tonight by England Dan and John Ford Coley.

 THE PARK'S POND THIS MORNING
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of contacting her dearly departed grandmother. The psychic's eyelids begin fluttering, her voice begins warbling, her hands float up above the table, and she begins moaning. Eventually, a coherent voice emanates, saying, "Granddaughter? Are you there?" The customer, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat, responds, "Grandmother? Is that you?" "Yes granddaughter, it's me." "It's really, really you, grandmother?", the woman repeats. "Yes, it's really me, granddaughter." The woman looks puzzled, "You're sure it's you, grandmother?" "Yes, granddaughter, I'm sure it's me." The woman pauses a moment, "Grandmother, I have just one question for you." "Anything, my child." "Grandmother, when did you learn to speak English?"

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- “What do dogs do after they finish obedience school? They get their masters.”
- What do you call someone who can't stick to their diet?  A desserter.
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An explorer walked into a clearing and was surprised to see a pigmy standing beside a huge dead elephant. "Did you kill that?" he asked. The pigmy answered: "Yes". "How could a little bloke like you kill something as huge as that?" "I killed it with my club" replied the pigmy. "That's amazing," said the explorer. "How big's your club?"
The pigmy replied: "There's about 150 of us"
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