Thursday, July 21, 2011

Missing People is No Fun

American Coot baby














I see this little fella as it hurries away from the roadside where I'm walking, but feel a bit sad as there used to be three. Probably its siblings were eaten by a fox or something. Did you know that only 7% of hatchlings of all kinds survive their youth? Most are taken by predators.

W-w-w-walkin'















The snowy mountaintops of Saskatchewan off in the distance














Picked Emil up at Lake Manitou this morning and was about a half-hour late; he hoped I'd forgotten, because then he would have had to spend another night there.
He asked if I've missed him while he was gone, and informed me that he had not missed me.
"And that's a good thing," he added with certainty. "It's no fun, missing people."
Gee, does that sound like anyone else you know?

3 comments:

  1. Sounds like he enjoyed his time away. Lovely photos.

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  2. He is wise beyond his years.

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