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Winter has arrived.
Well we officially joined the rest of Canada yesterday with our first snowfall of the season. Not bad considering it’s the middle of January.
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Random Things
A typical winter here at our end of Nova Scotia consists of cold temperatures, enough to freeze the ground, then rain, then a dusting of snow, and back to cold temps. Every once in a while a storm gets thrown in the mix. That’s about where we stand now. The ground is frozen and then it rained.
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Trekking
Trekking – this is fun “Let’s go for a walk!” Yes, it always starts out as a good idea.
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Winter weight
Winter weight Its not just the animals that have to deal with the concern of winter weight.
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Rolling in the deep… snow
Rolling in the deep snow Well, we were snowshoeing. And good thing, there’s at least 3-4 ft of snowfall on this old road through the property.
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Footprints in the snow
Footprints in the snow On a walk today in the woods and there are plenty of rabbit tracks and such. A few small critters too, like mice. I am not sure what critter these footprints belong too. I know there is an ermine on the property so maybe that’s what it is.
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Leave it to beaver
Leave it to beaver This beaver probably cut down the tree some time this summer. It probably didn’t fell in the spot the beaver wanted, otherwise the tree would not be there now.
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Southern Border
Northern Border I originally found this tree grown over the wire fence back on Jan 09 2007. The tree continues to grow, although the sap is a clear indication of the tree’s disagreement with the steel wire. I’ll have to get back there and get a picture in the same way as the original back in 2007.
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Disembarking
Disembarking While on a walk on the west side of the property down near the lake, I seen this old softwood, long past its prime, standing in defiance of nature’s elements. What caught my eye was this last piece of bark, taking its final leave.
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Original Post
Original Post The south side of our property has an old wire fence marking the boundary from the road to the lake. At some point long ago the fence must have been near the tree and eventually the tree slowly engulfed the wire. Later, nature taking its course of duty, the tree dies, and falls. What remains is the stump, still willing to do its job of holding the line.
