All Things Bright and Beautiful

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Living close to nature as we do it’s impossible not to see the hand of God in the perfection that surrounds us. I think Spring is perhaps the time when this amazing beauty is most apparent with renewed life cycles revving up all around.

As already mentioned, egg laying is at it’s frenzied peak around QuackaDoodle. A couple of ducks, obviously a tad smarter than the rest, soon noticed that their eggs were disappearing just about as fast as they were laying them. One hid her nest in a corner of the shed, while the other camped out in one of the raised beds under a berry bush. She camouflaged herself so well amid the mulch of old straw and leaves that it was several days before we noticed her sitting there.

Momma duck, just as she sat for five weeks, so well camouflaged she was barely visible with her head tucked under her wing

Momma duck, just as she sat for five weeks, so well camouflaged she was barely visible with her head tucked under her wing

Safe in the duck shed after their early morning trek from the 'secret' nest

Safe in the duck shed after their early morning trek from the ‘secret’ nest

Despite the weeks of cold rain and typical Spring storms she stayed on her nest for five weeks until she hatched out her clutch of nine. During their first day she formed ‘roofs’ with her wings to protect the babies from the torrential rain and when the next day dawned bright and sunny she began the trek back to the duck shed she had left five weeks earlier. She knew it would be much safer for them there. Wow! I was amazed at her dedication and her wisdom and also by the fact that all those little ones were nothing more than yolky blobs of bones and feathers scrunched inside a shell forty-eight hours earlier. Now they were twittering along in the morning sunlight obeying Momma’s commands to “Stay close!” and “Catch up!”. The best part was watching their very first tumble into Big Puddle and of course . . . Like ducks to water!

Yes, they were as delicious as they look, served in a cream sauce over fresh noodles and sauted vegetables

Yes, they were as delicious as they look, served in a cream sauce over fresh noodles and sauted vegetables

Yes, life is beautiful. And what could make it better than a really good feed of lobster? The season here is coming to an end and by all accounts it hasn’t been a particularly lucrative one for the fishermen. The price, set by the buyer keeps dropping but here’s the mystery: When the fishermen here were getting $4.50 a pound it was still selling for $14.95 in Ontario. Go figure! I’m not directly affected by the price of lobster and indeed I don’t agree with many of the things fishermen do (don’t get me started on roe harvesting) but in this case the fishermen are not being treated fairly. Everyone deserves fair pay for their work and as the price per pound at the wharf, as fixed by the industry buyer, keeps dropping, that’s just not happening. Lobstering is part of our heritage that we are likely to lose due to price manipulating and unbridled greed in places that have never felt the lash of an icy wind on a stormy sea. As usual it’s the little guy who suffers.

 

 

 

 

To close, a word (or two) of caprine wisdom:

Who needs lobster when one can be transported by the ear-raising ecstasy of alfalfa cubes.

Who needs lobster when one can be transported by the ear-raising ecstasy of alfalfa cubes.

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