May 2020

Another month in lockdown, although restrictions are lifting a little bit.  We are lucky to be living ruraly, with no big populations living nearby, and both of us are safe and healthy.  Our provincial doctor, Dr. Bonnie Henry, is getting kudos for her careful attention to health while giving a detailed stream of public information that has been factual, comprehensive while not being alarming.  There are certainly few occurrences here of big crowds defying limitations impose upon them.

In times like this, small pleasures become big ones, which is not necessarily a bad thing.

Brian’s New Camera

We bought a new camera for Brian that requires intelligence and practice.  (I am far too lazy to be interested in either kind of output).  It has meant we have some beautiful new photos of moonlight and sunsets.  Be prepared for more as he sharpens his skills.

Going for a Walk

With a lifting of some restrictions, we went with friends on the mountain to scale the “Tower Trail”.  This trail begins on the next nearest road to us (named Sasquatch!), and involves walking through some beautiful alpine meadows that are already in bloom with a number of plants strutting their stuff.  There were some big bugs, about 1 inch long, and looking very gnarly.  Apparently, they are called blister bugs because of the impact of their bites.  Fortunately our acquaintance did not extend that far.

We can see the tower from our yard (faint outline in upper left quarter of photograph).

Turns out we had an excellent view of our house from above.

This was only topped by an email sent by friends who live on that road, and captured a view of our house that was the pot at the end of the rainbow.

Story of the Dish

The best part of the month has been the “Dish”.  A neighbour has a bird bath in her yard, and I was envious of all of the activity at it.  This piece cost $170.00 at a local store, and my Scots grandmother would have been horrified.  Instead, I used a cheap pottery plant dish, and placed the game camera on a nearby column, right at ground level, on the patio outside my workroom,to capture whatever activity there might have been.

The first shot was that of a mouse.

I knew the chipmunk liked the dish.

The birds liked it as well, and it was visited by Cassin’s Finches as well as a Stellar Jay.

One night, we knew we had had a lot of wildlife activity in the yard, and I checked the game camera.  Downloading 195 pictures, I was very surprised to find many of them were whiteouts.  Then, the mystery was solved.

Mr. or Ms. Bear had decided to visit.

They had taken down a line of bird feeders, including two hummingbird feeders, one of which was just above the dish.  The bear was so close to the camera what the flash was being reflected right back.  I got a couple of vague photos of the head and that of a retreating bear. 

Given the size, it was clearly a juvenile.  It hasn’t been back (to our knowledge) since, but the neighbourhood is thrumming to the excitement of a mother bear with three cubs roaming around.  A neighbour below us saw them at night yesterday.  Things are never dull here.

May has not been a warm month, but we have received over 60 mm of rain compared to 40 mm in May last year, so things are looking beautifully green.  With the coolness, I haven’t bought bedding plants until two days ago, and then we received a severe thunderstorm watch.  Buying for here is a challenge, because you need both deer-resistant and drought-resistant plants.  (And even if they are deer-resistant, apparently fawns eat anything….)  These will go out in the next few days and be prepared for more wildlife sightings in the future!

Thanks for checking in.  I hope you are all well and coping.

April 2020

I apologize for the delay in this post.  It appears that spilling a glass of wine on the keyboard renders the keyboard unintelligible to Google.  Thank goodness for another machine in the household.

This month’s blog is living proof of how circumscribed our lives have become since the onset of the Covid-19 lockdown.  Frankly, it has been very hard to find items of any interest whatsoever to share with you, but I will endeavour to at least highlight some of Mother Nature’s accomplishments in our realm.

Our spring has continued to be cool, but that hasn’t slowed our wildflowers much.  New ones have been coming out all month.  Many of the blooms are small to tiny, as fitting our dry climate.  For example, Sagebrush Buttercup plants are barely a couple of inches high, but their bright yellow blossoms are the size of a quarter.  

The very smallest flower has the biggest name, which is unique in itself.  Maiden Blue-eyed Mary blossoms are only about 1/8” in size but include marvelous colours of blue, white and yellow. 

Some plants have the weirdest names, like Wayside Gromwell, but since Lemon Weed is an alternative moniker for this guy, I prefer to use that.  Honestly, botanists can be as bad as lepidopterists!

Bluebell is a common name for over 80 different plants; this one is a Mountain Bluebell.

To give lie to my previous statement about small flowers in a dry climate, our Arrowleaf Balsamroot plants stand over a foot high, and the blooms are the size of small saucers.  This one is merrily blooming in front of a blooming Wax Current bush while Lupen leaves are sprouting in front of the Balsamroot.  In a few weeks we will have a profusion of blue flowers everywhere.

I made an interesting geological find on the property next door, where the owners have started building a house.  The area has been dug in preparation for foundation work, and the well has been dug. This is where I made the discovery.  Some of the soil in a layer was very chalky looking.  When I grabbed a piece of “rock” it turned out to be very light and full of holes.  After some research, I realized I had found a piece of volcanic tuff, formed by an explosion of magma.  We have extensive evidence of glaciation here, and the mountain is known for its granite, but there are numerous examples of volcanic activity in the past.  What a busy geological site!

Like everyone else, we have had little occasion to go out to do anything.  Brian, who despises shopping with a passion, is now eager to drive me for my weekly trip for groceries.  He won’t come into the store, but the thrill of driving somewhere is impossible to resist.  We have cleaned almost anything cleanable, have fixed anything fixable, and are living a life of boring virtue.  Our neighbour, who works in a building supply store, says that paint has been flying off the shelves, so other people are obviously as desperate as we are to occupy our time profitably.  We are still luckier than most because our location brings us into contact with few people.  I hope all of you are safe and healthy as well.

March 2020

It is hard to believe how much our world has changed in a month! 

The first two weeks consisted of relatively normal activities (to be described in a minute) while the last two weeks have seen a virtual shutdown of our neighbourhood and Osoyoos.

Normal Stuff

A local nature charity hosts a series of presentations in the spring, featuring a feature film and then having a live presenter.  The film covered how a number of Canadian species of birds and animals coped in the wintertime.  The presenter was “Houdini”, a great horned owl living at a raptor rescue center just north of us.  Houdini was dropped from a nest when he was very young (probably by a crow) and suffered extensive injury.  However, he was treated and has mostly recovered, although he is cannot be released because of damage to one eye.  He is brought out for public education, and you can see what a magnificent bird he is.

The second week of March we went skiing at Silver Star near Vernon, and had some of the best skiing we’ve had this year.  As we go up one lift, they always have a Santa’s Postbox along the way, suitably festive for each relevant holiday.  Now it was ready for spring and St. Patrick's Day.

The other notable signage was in the village, meant for summertime guests.

Our return timing was good, missing a storm while driving, but arriving back to find 6” of fresh snow on the ground.  Oh well, I suppose that happens in winter.  The next day, the hill cancelled all events for spring break because of the threat of Covid-19.  Normally the two weeks involved are a big source of revenue for the hill, and this early closure will be financially challenging for them.

Driving back we make every effort to stop for dinner in Peachland (population 5500) at a fantastic German restaurant called the “Gasthaus on the Lake”.  Not only is the food delicious but the décor provides lots of things to look at.

Signs of Spring

This month has had a cheerful progression of spring events/sightings.

On March 2, the juncos were back, March 12 there were robins in the valley, and on March 19 the first chipmunk was out.

On March 22, our earliest spring flower was blooming.  The Sagebrush Buttercup is a very small plant with a big bright flower the size of a quarter.

On March 27, the beginning of the cherry blossoms were opening up.

As usual, roof avalanches were the big excitement at home, making a lot of noise when the snow finally fell.

In the meantime, the pruners have been visible in the vineyards.  More and more land is being dedicated to grape growing, and this is an example of a newly planted vineyard.

It fascinated me to learn that each vine is surrounded by a protective milk carton.  It seems to work because everyone does it.  Some use different cartons for different grape types.  Apparently here they have planted Half and Half and Fat Free Milk vintages.

Covid-19

As you have most likely experienced yourselves, the last two weeks of March have been a total game-changer.

One of the things that I didn’t expect was the closure of the US/Canada border.  We live at most a couple of hundred yards from it on our property, and can see it readily across the valley every day.  (In wintertime, it is more visible because the line of snow stands out clearly.)  The cleared area is only 15-20 feet wide as you can see from a closer picture.  Most of our view, in fact, is that of the US, and my camera thinks it is in Washington.  The closure has given me a sense of unreality as I look across the way.

The town of Osoyoos (population 5000) has been very hard hit by this restriction because it is about a 5-minute drive to the border, and another 10-minute drive to the town of Oroville, Washington, (population 1680) where one can buy cheap US gas and cheap dairy, poultry and beef products.  People cross the border for daily work and it is a significant entry/exit point for snowbirds and tourists.  Osoyoos is extremely dependent on tourists, and the town has practically had to roll up its sidewalks.  Most of the businesses in town are small ones, and many have been closed as mandated by the Government of BC.  Bank customers line up on the sidewalk outside the doors.  Restaurants that don’t offer take-out or drive-through have been closed, leaving empty parking lots all around.  One of the grocery stores has a security guard to make sure people don’t stand too close in line.

As everywhere, shelves have been emptied of toilet paper for three weeks now.  I have to pass along a great quip I heard early in the month.  I go to a local barbershop for my haircuts (I don’t need a hair “dresser” for my kind of style) and there are two barbers there.  You take a number and wait for your turn with Josh or Sue, and in the meantime any conversations going on in the room are shared by all.  (It is worth going there just for the social experience.)  So, Sue has an east Indian boy in her chair while his father and sister wait for him, and there are a couple of us other customers standing by.  Sue was regaling us with how much toilet paper she had stowed away in her bathroom, and how she won’t let anyone inside to prevent a case of toilet paper envy.  The boy’s father mentions that, of course being Indian, he loves VERY VERY spicy food.  A Canadian friend of his was asking him what were the normal procedures in India and the father replied that they used water for cleaning.  When the friend expressed incredulous disbelief, the father coyly mentioned that toilet paper was flammable!  The whole room broke up on that one.

A number of our neighbours have been in self-quarantine after coming back from the US, so things are very quiet everywhere.  It is easy to isolate because of the size of our lots, but it is almost like no one dares venture outside.  I am happy to report we are both doing well, and able to keep a nice level of physical activity to prevent from going stir crazy.  Brian has been able to get out on his bike a couple of times already, and temperatures are warming up.

A side benefit of all this is that we are getting a number of fun things and chores done that we might have avoided otherwise.  I started working on a quilt that had been packed away since the move, and am making nice progress on it.

I hope this finds you all well, safe and sound.  It will be interesting to see how we all view this in hindsight.  Thanks for checking in!

February 2020

February 2020 has been an action-packed month for us, with several important things happening.

Mary Malloy’s Birthday

Brian’s mother turned 100 on February 5, and we went to Ottawa for a family reunion and birthday party.  Mary lives in a senior’s lodge, but requires no special care, and as you can see from her photograph that she is active and well.

Fun milestones like this are great reasons to come together, and Brian saw all other 3 of his siblings, Barb, Gini and Dave.

Multiple generations were present, and this was a great picture of the family matriarch with the newest great-grandchild, young Declan.

One grandson, Connor, came all the way from Germany, and it was a special treat to see him.  (I love this picture of him with Ted, Gini's husband.)

In the meantime, we also got a chance to visit my aunt Marion, who is also doing well.  Our visits are always stimulating because she has so many interests and projects.

Penticton Multi-Cultural Event

The City of Penticton, population approximately 40,000, is about a 1 ½ hour drive north from here.  Brian noted a news item about a multi-cultural event being featured there one Saturday, and we went to explore.

The event was held in a ballroom hall at a local center, and although it was small in floor space, there were a lot of things packed together in that venue.

Most of the items for sale were food items, and the variety was more than enough to keep us all stuffed.  One particular favourite was the strudel lineup at the Austrian table.

Individuals of various countries sported traditional gear such as these from Thailand, Morocco, and Portugal.

The best part of it was the ongoing dance exhibitions.

Local aboriginal artists made a fantastic display.

Mexican dancers swirled beautiful skirts with many ribbons in rainbows of colour.

There were a couple of kinds of Asian dancing, including representatives from a Chinese dance school in Penticton.  Notice the red-haired Chinese dancer—she was one of the best!

I ended up deleting a number of dance pictures because the low-set stage was often interrupted by children having a wonderful time running back and forth participating in their own inimical way.

When we left the resort to return to our car, we walked by a small city park that featured ducks in no small way. 

One duck was determinedly making his way down the sidewalk to meet a large group of others who had apparently been fed.  This was clearly a bad duck mob scene.

Spring is Coming

We have had Red-winged Blackbirds back here for a couple of weeks now as well as Northern Flickers and Grackles.  The snow on the ground has diminished to 13” with no new accumulation in a couple of weeks.  Ice is receding from Osoyoos Lake, although it is not entirely gone,  there are definite signs of hope.  I was up in a town called Peachland, north of us and on the water, a couple of weeks ago, and there were bulbs sprouting, geraniums starting to show, and many buds on shrubs.  This is very hard to resist.

The Wildlife Update

Last week, I had one of the most interesting experiences of my life here.

I have 5 bird feeders hung on a cable well above the ground to avoid predators, and they require filling every day to satiate the number of feathered pigs we have flying about.  In the winter, we have had Clarke’s Nutcrackers, Stellar Jays, Black-Capped Chickadees, Mountain Chickadees, Downy and Hairy Woodpeckers, Pygmy and Red/White Breasted Nuthatches as well as Cassin’s Finches.

I also put down cracked corn on the snow below the feeders to attract ground-feeding birds.

Suddenly, it seemed that the mule deer (AKA Mammalian Pigs) loved to come to the feeder area to lick cracked corn off the snow.  We saw Jane Doe and John Deere.

Last week I was in a bit of a rush to refill the feeders in the afternoon, because it is sometimes hard between feathered mobs to get the job done.  John Deere was underneath the feeders and wouldn’t budge.  Finally, I decided that my needs were greater than his, so I proceeded out with refills for 3 things, including the cracked corn.

I got to the point where the sidewalk intersects with the snow path to the feeders and started talking (and moving in a slow considerate fashion) to tell him that I was coming and he should get out of the way so I could put more food down.  He was not only deaf, but blind.  

He ignored me completely with head down eating corn.  I started up the snow path, step by step, talking more loudly, in the most polite fashion of course, to tell him I was coming and although he shouldn’t be alarmed he really needed to move along.  His head did not even come up.

Finally, I am within 10-12 feet of him, and I am telling him loudly that I don’t want to interrupt, but he should go away.  At this point, he lifts his head from the ground and turns around to face me.  We are at a standstill—I wait and he waits and he is outlasting me.  I have still moved forward.

I lift the container of cracked corn so he can see it, and again explain that I would really love to give it to him.  He apparently understands because he doesn’t budge and continues to look.  In desperation, I move my arm out slowly and pour the grain out about 3 feet away.  As I back off, he moves forward and enjoys my offering.  Apparently, I am now well-trained!

We finished off February with a casual get-together of neighbours for a “Thank God It’s Leap Day” celebration.  (I keep forgetting to take pictures, but these things are a lot of fun.

Thank you for visiting, and we look forward to March!

PS  Brian has even gained a couple of pounds and things are on a fast forward track.  Things are good.