Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Of March and Imagination!

Imagination is as good as many voyages—and how much cheaper.
                                         George William Curtis


I’m standing in the middle of the fast running creek watching Annie suck on the bottle then let go and put her nose down to the flowing water below hopefully figuring out that she can have all the fresh clean water she wants without waiting for this cute delivery girl, we are making progress. The bottle is full of cold creek water so I know she knows this but she just likes the security of that bottle. We will get it. The snow is covering the ground again and I can feel the snow pellets bounce off my face. I think back to Monday when I had decided to hop that red gate after feeding the girls and headed to the bush knowing there was a storm coming today.

March has always been an unpredictable month with one day incredibly beautiful and warm like Monday and the very next day nasty and cold like this Tuesday. I guess I can relate a little bit, one day I can be full of energy and breeze through all that needs to be done and the very next day I want to stay in the warmth of my bed and sleep. March must be a farm woman I have heard that joke about its being a woman before and am wondering if there may a bit of truth to it.


I look down watching Annie stick her nose in the rushing water and keep it there just a little longer. Monday was beautiful the air was still the temperature was perfect for a hike. The ground was covered with hard crusted snow that remained in spots in the bush making for easy walking. I can hear off in the distance that familiar jack hammering sound it echoes through the bush and I vow to hop the rail fence and explore NDF’s farm this week sometime very early in the morning and find that Pileated Woodpecker. I do know he is taunting me with his invisible presence. I think to myself I will capture you with Leo yet.


I hike across the ridge where the moss covered rocks are laid out like a cobblestone highway, this would be my favourite spot which has been hard to snowshoe across this winter because I could not see the edge with the deep snow so did not try going across it. I would imagine the tumble off the side down to the valley below would not be a pleasant experience, I am so happy the snow is gone exposing these rocks so I can see its beauty again.


I can see a hollow in a tree with something looking out I immediately walk towards it then realize it looks like a Porcupine my first question was if they run fast and would it come after me, my next thought was, why was he out this time of year. I decide I will keep getting closer I have to know if I am right. I ready Leo in case this Porcupine comes running down the tree after me at least I can get a shot of it before I turn and run.

It appears I have a an imagination that takes me places that I like to go but am disappointed when I finally see the real truth behind it. It turns out that my Porcupine was just an eroded away by the weather base of a branch that had fallen to the ground years ago. I know this but I can still see those beady little eyes and prickly quills.


I make my way down the back of the ridge to the spot where the ground floods and soon the Spring Peepers will be singing their songs for me to enjoy. My Pink Cadillac Boots break through a patch of ice that I did not see under the snow, the loud shattering crack of that ice and my subsequent heart stopping reminded me to concentrate on where I was going and what I was doing instead of dreaming and imagining invisible creatures in a tree.


 I headed back to the gate and walked back to see the cows eating the hay their tales wagging. I knew tomorrow was not going to be as pleasant a day. I can still hear that well hidden Pileated Woodpecker jack hammering coming from far off in the bush across that rail fence, between the soft munching sounds of the cows eating the hay right in front of me. I vow that I will find him one day soon. I love these sounds that fuel my imagination.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an empty bottle, it seems while I was off in my head I had forgotten that I was standing in this creek while Annie stood on the side, and that snow was falling down. I smile wondering what the next day will bring.

Later


49 comments:

  1. That sweet Annie. She must be getting bigger now. Spring can't be too far away.

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  2. give that cute a annie a hug from me!

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  3. Do they make big pacifiers for calves? :) Have a wonderful Wednesday, B.

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  4. You are so patient with Annie! I laughed at your porcupine adventure.

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  5. Oh, that cute girl Annie! She's catching on, slowly but surely. I love your adventures!

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  6. Lovely photos as usual, Buttons! But I must ask, why is your camera named Leo?

    Vic303

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  7. Sounds like a wonderful morning :)

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  8. Maybe you'll spot a porcupine next time out!

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  9. Way to go Annie! Sounds like she's doing great! I'll bet you will miss having her tag along...but wait...she will probably follow you around for years to come. Just to get a pet on the head, or a scratch of her ears. :)

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  10. Miss B,

    I understand the full of energy energizer bunny one day and slow the next.

    While I am in energizer bunny mode I sometimes think "Don't over do it, you know how you will fee tomorrow." That still doesn't stop me. I get so much satisfaction from crossing projects off my mental list. One more little task done won’t hurt anything.

    I seem to find the energy to keep going. I am living my passion and love my work. At the same time, I do take advantage of a Sunday afternoon nap and having a slow day.

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  11. I have a strong recollection of feeding calves. Dad would fill the pail with warm milk, offer the calf two fingers to suck on and then while it was so engaged, he would submerge his hand in the milk. It wasn't long before the sight of the pail was enough and the calves would stick their heads in the pail on their own accord and drink. I did it a few times...couldn't believe the suction those little guys could produce.

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  12. Imagination is not cheap but free.

    As free as the fresh air, in the jungle.

    I am a true believer of this.

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  13. Porcupines don't chase - the one I found on the ground last year just wished I would go away...
    Husband brought home a cold, and I thought he was over-reacting to it. He wasn't...

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  14. i had wondered how weening annie would go... :)

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  15. I could be wrong, but I think Annie is playing you. She can't possibly still need a bottle. LOL She just wants the "Buttons time"

    Thanks for taking me with you, over the river and through the woods....

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  16. I'm forever seeing non existent critters in the woods, which BTW is very disappointing when one has their camera ready for action! It's snowing here today.

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  17. I'm pretty sure porcys don't chase, it's in their nature to stand their ground and defend themselves with their quills. I have seen one running away, they have the very cutest little pink feet. Their own version of pink Caddilac boots.

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  18. do they make pacifiers that big?

    lol

    Today you brought me back to NW Wisconsin as we walked together in your daydream - I could feel the cold sharpness as the air changes when a storm comes on, I could hear the tllllp tllllp noise of the pileated, could feel the crispy snow under my feet. Thank you friend...

    and theres gotta be a calf pacifier out there somewhere...you could nail the top of the bottle to a tree LOL

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  19. Annie must be so attached to not just the bottle, but to you, too!

    I love the photos of the trees. I would love to walk among them.

    I love your stories of your adventures! :-)

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  20. I love it when you think out loud and let us all gather round ~ such a nice spot to be in that cozy group listening quietly and following along in our minds while you share , I so enjoy it thank you Buttons.

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  21. Ah, Annie sounds sweet. Shucks, it looked like a porcupine to me too.

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  22. Wonderful story , writing and photos ! Oh I love the peepers in the woods by the river here I cant wait to hear them again ! March is a unpredictable month that's for sure . Why sunny this morning and now clouds with snow squalls thankfully the snow melts on contact as the earth is warmer now . First day of spring today and it showing that more and more each day here ! Have a good day !

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  23. I'm envious of your bare patches! we still have a couple of feet of the stuff. My foot went through the crust yesterday, RIGHT TO THE KNEE. Ouch.
    It is snowing like the devil in my part of the Ottawa Valley today. My friend right on the Ottawa River says they are just getting a brush. Living up in the hills does make a difference. I often find the Bancroft forecast better suits us than Pembroke or Petawawa.
    After the Man plows the lane, we might go off for a snow shoe.

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  24. It's always a good feeling seeing the signs that Spring and the new dawn bring. Love the tree, beautiful shape the branches make.

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  25. I can smell your forest, the earth, the dead leaves, and it takes me back to the forests of my childhood, where we would play and come home all muddy in late winter, early spring.

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  26. I have so enjoyed reading about the special relationship between you and Annie. The moss covered rocks with the bits of snow is so pretty. Those pileated woodpeckers are masters of hiding! I hear them all the time but never see them. Wishing you luck on that!

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  27. Looks like the snow is melting quite a bit. I'd be happy, but I know how you love the snow so I'm sure you're a little sad to see it go. I laughed at the thought of March being a woman. The weather is always so unpredictable in March!

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  28. Buttons,

    Annie loves having you come down and feed her the bottle. How old is Annie now?

    I love how you capture nature through Leo's lens. Your pictures make me feel as if I was right there in the woods with you.

    Thank you for sharing your pictures and thoughts.

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  29. Looking at it I would have said the same thing...a porcupine for sure :)
    There will for sure be a void when your not bottle feeding Annie anymore.

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  30. I love how good you are to Annie.

    There is a gorgeous Pileated Woodpecker that hammers on the trees behind my house almost daily. I am always in awe of him, but I can never capture a good shot of him...someday.

    Marissa
    xx

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  31. Thank you for answering my question by email, Buttons. It all makes sense now!
    Vic303

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  32. What a wonderful story teller you are!!!

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  33. Sweet little Annie, she is just spoiled. You and she have a special bond and even though it is time to be weaned, you will miss it as much as she will. Just be careful when the two of you are near open water in case she gives you a friendly bump that results in a fall.

    Love You, BA

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  34. Still such a crisp March isn't it? I try to picture you putting her face in the water. My experience with animals tell me they would fight that with everything they have. She must be such a gentle soul - like you.

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  35. Another beautiful walk in the woods. I don't know how you remember all those little details until you get back to your computer. I guess that's what sets good story tellers from mediocore ones. :-)

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  36. Beautiful scenery, Beautiful story, and a Beautiful Life. I enjoyed the gifts of nature you have described around you. Give that sweet Annie a hug and I love hearing about the woodpecker. Maybe next time! Thank you for the sweet comment on my blog~~~ I am your newest follower! Blessings to you~~~Roxie

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  37. I am a dreamer as well. I can almost see those beady eyes as well. Great shots my friend.

    Hugs~

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  38. Beautiful scenery today, Buttons! I love the mossy rocks exposed from the melting snow and the little stream. And I could see that porcupine, too! Isn't it funny when your mind plays tricks on you! We have pileated woodpeckers here, too. I love the sound. Happy First day of Spring, Buttons! xx

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  39. There is always one walking down the path. You might get to meet each other one of these days. Nice photos in this post.

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  40. Maybe Annie just likes spending her time with you.... Beautiful Pictures!!

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  41. I have always thought calves are so adorable :)

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  42. i think annie does look forward to seeing that "cute delivery girl"!!

    march is unpredictable but it leads us to april and april is awesome!!

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  43. I am not a farm woman but I truly identify with being like the month of March. Love that analogy!!

    PS Isn't life more interesting when you see all wonder of things within the trees ? :)

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  44. You write beautifully descriptive posts, Buttons! I bet you're looking forward to Spring.

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  45. It's so lovely to visit your world through your blog...I can feel the crisp air, hear the creek rushing....

    We have had a pair of pilliated woodpeckers at our feeders all winter long...I completely understand your enthusiasm.

    Jen

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  46. I love your imagination seeing the porcupine and also the reality of what you see every day out in the bush!

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  47. Good to read what you did that day. I know you enjoy as I enjoy reading it.take care my dear friend, hugs M xoxox

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  48. your mossy rocks are just beautiful. spring flowers peeking between them are just around the corner! i had to chuckle at your porcupine too. ;)

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