Today was a real fall classic with a cascade of gold and burnt crimson around every bend in the Whatcom Fall interurban trail, as if autumn came crashing down on Bellingham's Indian Summer overnight.
Crunching through drifts of mostly dead maple and alder is once again an off-trail diversion for both Casey and me, but in a matter of just a few days, even the shoulders of our pathways will be ankle deep in seasonal debris.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Ready to turn in for the night? You bet, but not before our kid gets a head-rub. He's shameless when it comes to a late night, midday, early morning...whenever...massage. Just have your way with him.
|Vic and Casey|
Posted by Casey at Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Posted by Casey at Monday, September 22, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Careful what you start. A cast of Steller's Jays have been raising a ruckus every day in our backyard, shortly after sunup, ever since we started setting out a handful of peanuts in the morning and early evening. And if you think REM sleep is even remotely possible once these black-capped, pushy characters start scolding us if we're late with their rations, think again. Jay squawks are unmistakable, and right on schedule.
They're still favorites of ours but it does seem they're getting a little demanding. Casey loves to wait them out though, practically daring them to leave their fence top vantage points, which they do in seconds in synchronized swoops. Just put your camera down or turn your head, and you'll barely get to snap a photo.
These jay aerobatics are almost anticlimactic, but Casey enjoys their antics, and they don't mind his ringside seat at all.
Posted by Casey at Sunday, September 21, 2014