I woke up and it was 6 degrees below up here on the mountain. But i am a mountain lion and sprung up with my canines bared in a rictus (good word that) of cold and ejected old Lois who is moaner and gets cold feet. But we have signed up to do heron counts at a place called Colony Farm and nothing would deter me.
So what are heron counts. Herons live in colonies and people have become worried that urban noise and polution might be affecting their numbers. We quite enjoy it, but when the temperatures drop low I have to exercise my iron will to get us moving. This morning we only saw one heron and it was hunched and cold and bedraggled and I could not to scope it well as my eyes were full of cold drizzles, not to mention my nose full of snot.
On a good day we can see Seals that come up a tributary of the Fraser River, and Beavers, and Coyotes and sundry other critters. The tributary also has a chum salmon run that people are starting to build up so No Fishing. But it is also fascinating because one side of it is bordered by a Native North American Reservation. or as some people say a First Nation Reservation. The word 'Native' by itself is big no-no in Canada. At the moment some of the men are carving a wonderful wooden canoe fo ceremonial purpses. It will have 12 paddlers and is long, smooth and made out of a huge cedar log.
We stopped to wonder at it and were well received. The chief carver told us that the craft had been in his family for generation and he had been apprenticed to his father and that the two of then travel all over Canada creating these masterpieces. If they are not paddled, museums clammer for them. Good looking, lean with a sort of Mohawk look, but I checked and he did have a tomahawk let alone a tommy gun.
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