How Dry I Am

Whenever I think about the rain and the snow and think there's been too much, I think of this sight. It's Little Fish Lake Provincial Park just east of Drumheller, Ab.

It's a lovely spot on the open prairie. It's surrounded by farmland and you're just as likely to hear a coyote howl as a steer low, and often they sing together in glorious praise to the westering sun.

But as you can see there's not much left of the lake. That's the boat launch in the foreground, I suppose there was a time when the water came right to it. I wish it still did.

So now when I shovel snow or go check the basement to see if water has seeped in I think of this lake and I hope it is getting the benefit of the storm.

A Snipe and a Snub and a Walk in the Lake

A common snipe sits on a fencepost near a ditch wetland.
It was a good evening for snipes as we saw two more, including one that buzzed over us several times making its eerie woo woo-ish call.



This poor goose looks like he's been snubbed by his three friends. The snow they were on covered their usual nesting area by a wetland. The three eventually flew off leaving this Canada Goose all alone.




You are never to old to wade in the lake. If I'd had my rubber boots with me I'd have been right there beside my husband enjoying the freezing lake water.



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Memories

Memories of autumn for a cold, late fall day.