Saturday, 28 March 2026

A Throng of Thrushes


     While it may not be unusual to see a group of birds together taking advantage of some available food, I have been really surprised at the number of Varied Thrushes that have been feeding outside our house these last few days.  While I was aware that there are Varied Thrushes around here, it is a bird I usually just hear in the forests, it is a bird I rarely see.  

    I was surprised at the beginning of March to see a couple of them searching for food in the few spots that were free of snow.  When that snow had melted, they kept busy scratching around in the leaves, looking for food, which probably didn’t offer them much.  

    Then at the beginning of the week we got a foot of snow (30cm) which blanketed the ground, and the thrushes were in trouble, because the meager source of food they were depending upon was suddenly covered up.  I took mercy on them, and spread some rolled oats around in a few spots where I had seen the birds looking.

    I was surprised at what then happened.  Suddenly, there was a flock of Varied Thrushes that appeared in my yard.  I counted sixteen of them at one point.  It is the male birds that migrate first, giving them time to establish a suitable territory for  mating, the female will come later.  So all of the thrushes that appeared are males, and you know how males generally act;  they keep chasing other males away.  That is what the throng of thrushes are doing in my yard as they eat, they are also keeping busy chasing the other male birds away from the food.  

    Male Varied Thrushes look a lot like Robins, but are more decorative (photo below).  It is a treat to see so many of them, and watch all of the activity outside.



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Friday, 27 March 2026

The McBride Snow Pillow Graph


     BC is largely made up of mountains.  Knowing how much snow (and rain) has fallen on those mountain tops during the winter is very important information.  It gives some indication of what kind of things the province might experience in the upcoming summer.  Might there be flooding?  Might there be drought conditions?  Will there be enough water in the rivers for the electricity that is generated by the dams?  It is good to know those kind of things in advance, so preparations can be made to help minimize potential problems.  

    To get that sort of information, BC uses a technology called “Snow Pillows” which they place in alpine areas around the province.   These pad-like items measure the weight of the snow that is on top of them.  If rain falls on the snow, that also adds to the weight that is measured.  That information is electronically sent to a center that has gathered and recorded the data for decades.

    The graph above shows what has been recorded this year (the dark blue line), the amount of snow recorded last year (the green line), and the pink line that shows the historical amount of snowfall (and rain) on our local mountains over the years

    Seeing that the blue line is just above the “normal” range is good news for the Robson Valley.  For several years we have been experiencing drought-like conditions locally.  Of course, we could still experience a summer of drought, but at least there should be a good deal of water in the local creeks and springs that are fed by the snow in the alpine.

    Sunbeam Creek, where we get our water, had a very low flow last year.  Hopefully, things will be back to normal this summer.

    Below is a photo of some of the snow-capped mountains, where the local snow pillow is located.



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Thursday, 26 March 2026

Emergency Food Relief For Desperate Birds


     I was very surprised at the beginning of March to see the arrival of a Robin and some Varied Thrushes out in the snow looking for food.  It seemed to me they had come a bit too soon.  Luckily for them, it had warmed up and the snow in the yard had melted.  
    I usually don’t see the Varied Thrushes in our yard, but I could sometimes hear them in the nearby woods.  This year I have been surprised to see about six of them hanging around in the yard, scratching around in the leaves.  In the summer, they find insects to eat in the leaf litter, but I doubted they were finding many this time of year, since it is still basically winter here.

    Then on Tuesday night, we had a major snowfall of more than a foot, that covered the yard.  Yesterday, I began to see fragments of leaves on the edge of our front porch.  They had come from a very narrow strip of dead leaves that were still showing at the edge of the porch.  I knew why they were scattered there; the poor hungry Varied Thrushes were trying to find food in those few dead leaves that were still showing at the edge of the porch.  They were looking for food at every possibility.

    When I cleared my driveway with the snowblower yesterday, the machine had removed all the snow, down to the ground in a few places.  Later in the day, I saw that the Thrushes, we scouring those bare places looking for food.  They seemed pretty desperate, so I figured I’d better do something.

    I spread some rolled oats around the bare spots where I thought the Thrushes would find them, and almost immediately they did, and were pecking away, picking up the flakes of oats.  I did do a bit of research, and I guess the migrating Varied Thrush does vary its diet a bit during the winter to include nuts and berries, so they shouldn’t have problems with the rolled oats.




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Wednesday, 25 March 2026

What Happened to Spring?


     I guess I should have kept my mouth shut about all of those various signs of spring that had begun to appear.  This morning we woke up to 12-15 inches (30-38 cm) of fresh snow and a temperature of -8°C (17°F).  There was no painting for me today, as soon as I had finished breakfast I had to go out, crank up my snowblower, and start clearing the driveway.

    I spent 1 1/2 hours maneuvering the machine around, trying to see where I was going while a lot of snow was spraying back into my face.  I was not able to entirely complete the job, but I did managed to clear all of the areas that we needed to get up to the road.

    First thing I always have to do in the morning as soon as I get up and dressed, is carry Kona outside to pee.  It always maddens me that she just doesn’t immediately get down to the business at hand, instead she starts forcing herself (she can barely move herself) to some distant area that she finds appropriate.  Its painful to watch her try to walk (scoot), and even more painful watching her try to do it through deep snow.

    Today, after she tried to find the right place, she gave up and didn’t pee, so I carried her back inside the house and cleaned off all of the snow that was clinging to her.  I figured once I had cleared some of the driveway, Kona would have an easier place to move around in, while she searched for the perfect place to pee, and that was what happened, after I got done clearing the driveway.  

    The photo below shows Kona sitting in the deep snow, after giving up on her first attempt to pee.



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Tuesday, 24 March 2026

Who Came Around Last Night?


     There is usually a lot of nightlife activity that goes on around here after dark, that we don’t know anything about.  One of the interesting things about snow, is that it can give you a clue about who had come for a visit.  The photo above shows the track of a Timber Wolf that had ventured around our place.   Usually the animal tracks I come upon, are not as exotic a wolf; normally they belong to more common critters. 

    The thing that got me going on animal tracks was finding the tracks of our neighbor’s cat, who likes to live its life outside.  On my many trips walking around our pond I have many times noticed that the cat seems to have a regular nighttime circuit that includes the path circling my pond.  The cat heads up by behind my greenhouse, across the yard, and then makes a beeline for my barn.  The cat seems to make this circuit several times a week.

    Immediately below is a trail left by a Field Mouse and at the very bottom, tracks of a Snowshoe Hare.




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Monday, 23 March 2026

Red Heart by James Alexander Thom


      This is a novel I have been wanting to read for years.  I had enjoyed reading several of the other novels written by James Alexander Thom, based on historical figures who had existed in the early settlement of the midwest.  I had become aware of Red Heart years ago, but hadn’t been able to find it, until I discovered it as an ebook in Apple Books.  

    The novel is based on the life of Fanny Slocum.  The novel begins In 1778 with five year old red-haired Fanny living with her pioneering Quaker family in Susquehanna, Pennsylvania.  During an Indian attack, Fanny was kidnapped by the three Indians, who killed and scalped one of her older brothers.  The Indians gagged Fanny and carried her off on horseback, traveling quickly for days, before they eventually getting her to an Indian village.  There she was given to an Indian woman who had had her daughter killed by Whites when they had earlier attacked the tribe.  

    As time went by, Fanny slowly learned the tribe’s language and she slowly adapted to her new life with the tribe.  Her red hair was was always an attraction with the other Indians in the tribe.  While initially missing her birth family, she soon found love with her new mother, and began to really enjoy the freedom she found living with the Indians, which was not as restrictive or structured as her life had been with her Quaker family.  She began to see that the Indian culture was similar to that of her Quaker family, with their values of peace, kindness, and honesty.  Fanny loved being part of the religious ceremonies for planting and harvesting, even though they were so different from the religious traditions she had known as a very young child.

    Although Fanny was accepted and became a member of the village, the Indians in her village hated Whites, and it didn’t take Fanny long to see why.  The Indians worked hard to grow the garden crops needed to get them through the hard winters, but time after time, White armies would attack the villages in the fall, before they could harvest, burning their gardens and their wigwams.  This forced the tribe to retreat further and further away from the Whites, and having to start all over establishing a new village.  This destruction occurred, year after year, as the white settlers, took over more and more of the Indian’s land.

    With another white army about to attack the village, Neepah, her Indian mother who Fanny had come to love, arranged to have Fanny sent away to live with Neepah’s elderly parents who lived in a village near Niagara Falls.  Neepah, who had stayed behind to help protect their village was killed by the Whites.  Neepah’s death was very traumatic, for Fanny, but she soon found love and became the adopted daughter of Tuck Horse and Flicker, Neepah’s elderly parents.

           The attacks of the whites continued year after year, destroying the wigwams, crops, and Indian villages wherever the Indians tried to establish them.   White traders sold the liquor that destroyed Fanny’s first husband, and later one of her children, who was killed by a young drunken Indian.   Fanny soon learned to hate whites too and never trusted  them.  She hid herself from them, fearing they would take her sell her back to the Quaker family she could hardly remember.   

            Red Heart covers a fascinating and untold story, full of the history, the struggles, and the culture of the Native people of the time.  I found it immensely interesting and enlightening.  I was very touched toward the end when Fanny an old woman in her seventies, finally got to meet her two brothers and a sister who were still alive.   Fanny Slocum  lived an amazing life, and I happy that James Alexander Thom, had presented it in such a readable and gripping novel.


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Sunday, 22 March 2026

Kona, Waiting for her Food


     With her terrible hip dysplasia, Kona’s life has become very restricted.  She can’t do much on her own now, and needs my help to carry her from place to place.  What she still can do is eat, and even though eating has always played an important part in her life, now it has really become her most central focus.

    Yesterday, when I was in the kitchen preparing her dinner, I happened to glance into the living room, and there was Kona on the couch, her head resting on the arm of the couch, watching me with great intensity, anxiously waiting for me to get done fixing her food, so she could e\\\


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