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I'll show you I am capable of causing such pain
With my delicate and fragile lady brain
I will not let you get away
I'd rather burn at the stake
Day Twenty Eight lights the witch up...
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House Wren very noisily staking his territorial claim around the nesting box. Both my small bird nesting boxes are now occupied by house wrens who very aggressively defend them.
Unfortunately, since the arrival of the house wrens chasing other small birds away from the nesting boxes, species such as chickadees, tufted titmouse and even carolina wrens seem to be visiting my yard, in Chester County, PA, much less frequently.
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Trying to escape the heat, I took a half hour drive up into the hills to a year round recreation area. Full of trails but otherwise undeveloped, it's a lovely area of near wilderness.
In the winter it has snowshoeing and cross-country trails. In the summer there are hiking and biking trails. And, yes, it seemed cooler there.
In a "Butterfly Bush", which of course I staked out for a while.
South Coast Botanical Garden, Palos Verdes, Ca. May, 2023.
Not quite sure what this was the remains of, but presumably something to do with the mining in the area.
"It was raining by the bay. A hard rain; the kind that beats away the slick scum from the pavement underneath the worn-out soles of your shoes, if only for a little while..."
*lonely sax*
It breaks from conventional wisdom to consider a bustling city thoroughfare to be a domain for freight diesel locomotives. A 184-ton hunk of steel seems out of place rolling mere feet from the front porch steps of dwellings and mere inches from the front bumper of your automobile, obeying traffic signals and sharing the pavement with confused drivers just trying to make their way across town. But such an atypical situation has been a typical facet of life in Michigan City, IN, since 1908, when the Chicago, South Shore, and South Bend interurban railroad claimed its stake smack-dab in the middle of downtown streets. Michigan City grew with the railroad and they have coexisted quite literally through a shared corridor stretching 1.8 miles down 10th and 11th Streets for the past 114 years. The CSS&SB and its successor NICTD have modernized their transit network over the course of time and freight business for contract operator Chicago South Shore has blossomed, but the iconic street running has remained maintained but largely unchanged since its inception. The buried flangeways in 10th and 11th have endured long after most of their comparable street running tracks across the nation--a signature staple of interurban railroading--were ripped up in the early years of the previous century.
On February 6, 2022, CSS's pair of SD38-2s made a late afternoon departure from the Carroll Street shops and headed west through the streets of Michigan City, sending the echoes of horn blasts reverberating off residential structures as motorists hugged the curbs tightly for cover. A normal Saturday scene perhaps, save for the fact that this occasion was anything but normal, as come Monday the street would be closed, vehicular traffic detoured onto parallel routes, and interurban traffic temporarily suspended through Michigan City in favor of busses. The culprit: capacity improvements and an emphasis on public safety under the guise of a $500 million double-track project. Freight traffic will continue mostly-nocturnal operations as construction phasing plays out over the coming weeks, but 11th Street's nostalgia will be permanently lost as work commences to reconfigure the corridor to host separated two main tracks and one-way road through downtown Michigan City. Safety and efficiency will come undoubtedly, as will the comfort and ease for residents, commuters, and motorists who use this street regularly, but the cost will come at the expense of a historical landmark that harkens back to traditions of a forgotten era in railroading history.
Remarkably, the South Shore Line has defied the odds and greatly outlasted its electric railroad counterparts that essentially all evaporated well over a half-century ago. But for it to continue to thrive as a viable and competitive transit option built for the 21st Century, its signature attraction at the heart of Michigan City must be sacrificed. So while "The Last Interurban" prepares to write the next chapter in its lasting history, we watch as these two SD38s rumble down unadulterated 11th Street for one of the final times and take with them the memories of 114 years into the setting sun.
This Gannet was staking a claim to this prime nesting location at Bempton Cliffs earlier today. It left occasionally to collect nesting material but in it's absence other Gannets would help themselves to the materials it had already collected!
Under it's left wing you can just make out some blue plastic material. Plastic will, sadly, continue to make up a considerable part of the nests of sea birds unless and until we get a grip of this man-made crisis.
As always, thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving any comments or faves, they are very much appreciated.
This colorful Wood Duck comes only so close to the shore. If they see you staking them, off they go.
Teddy is all about forbidden spaces. We keep him out of bedrooms as he tends to be a little thief, but he never misses an opportunity when presented. We’ve been redecorating a small bedroom and there is absolutely nothing in it of interest to Teddy. But this morning I opened the door for just a second - and got this….Looking seriously pleased with himself. He posed all over the room
I've been away as my little town was evacuated due to wildfires - just got back - strange experience.
A firefighters prayer and motto goes like “when I am called to duty, god wherever flames may rage, give me the strength to save a life, whatever be its age.”
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace.....
I'm assuming these wooden stakes have put on the beach at Holme-by-Sea in Norfolk to stop erosion of the beach.
An interesting side note in the Tetons is the Cunningham Cabin. According to the website, ( www.nps.gov/grte/learn/historyculture/cunning.htm) "the Cunningham Cabin stands as one of the valley’s few remaining structures from the homesteading era when settlers filed nearly 400 claims in Jackson Hole. In the 1880s, John and Margaret Cunningham staked a claim for the Bar Flying U Ranch. Cunningham built his cabin in 1888 in the Appalachian style, commonly called “double-pen” or “dog-trot.” John lived in the cabin until 1895 when he finished his main residence, and it later became a smithy and barn.
Cunningham ran a profitable ranch until drought ruined his crops and cattle prices fell at the end of World War I. As an agricultural depression persisted through the 1920s, Cunningham and other ranchers recognized the valley’s potential as a “playground.” Cunningham teamed up with neighbor Josiah David “Si” Ferrin to write a petition signed by 97 valley ranchers. The petition proposed a buyout of ranches to create a national recreation area for public enjoyment. In 1928, Cunningham sold to the Snake River Land Company who later donated 35,000 acres for park expansion.
Two Montana wranglers approached Cunningham in the fall of 1892 to purchase hay. Cunningham allowed the strangers to winter on his ranch. Rumors spread that the men were horse thieves. Next spring, a man claiming to be a U.S. Marshal, with three deputies, rode into Jackson from Idaho. Joined by Jackson recruits, the marshal’s men surrounded the ranch at night. In the morning, the posse gunned down the alleged thieves. The men’s guilt, the allegations and the marshal’s identity were never confirmed."
The house that was referred to in the article is no longer there. I can't imagine how they survived in this structure if it was anything like it looks now!
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Gooderham & Worts liquor factory - Distillery District National Historic Site of Canada
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With charts and logs lost to history, thereâs some thought that Sir Francis Drake may have passed through these waters of Tomales Bay, California in 1579. The nearby bay, Drakesâs Bay, is officially recognized as the location of his landing and appropriately named after the man who famously circumnavigated the earth. Though as I sit and watch the sun rise I can imagine the sails of the famous explorer slowly drifting past as the natives watch in awe and wonder.