by Labour Day weekend
We have been away for several days in the interior of BC, enjoying long scenic drives to the Kamloops area, twice to Vernon, then down to Skaha Lake in the Okanagan before heading back home. We spent time with daughter and son-in-law. We twice visited a friend from long ago school days who is very ill and now being taken care of by his daughter. We were hosted by good friends whom we’ve not seen in 12 years. A weekend of much laughter, great food, and sadness too – isn’t that life?
The photos above are of a fallen robin’s nest my daughter found in her garden as she showed me around. I was excited to have the opportunity to take some photos of it, some in very bright sunshine, some in shade. There are numerous grasshoppers (pests really!) in her garden this year, and this little guy jumped in for a portrait, not moving even when I came very near with the camera. More photos to come…
September 2, 2014 in Canada and BC, Nature, Photoworks by Marja-Leena
So that’s where it hopped to! I tried to catch one in our parking lot the other day. Brings back memories of down town buildings in Montreal being covered with a blanket of grasshoppers.
Grasshopper invasion about OUCH 50 years ago.
Good on your lively weekend.
Ellena, I’m surprised that you had such a grasshopper invasion in the city, for I thought they hung out mostly in the country and small towns like this one. Maybe Winnipeg, my Canadian childhood home, did too but I don’t remember, only the horrible fish flies.
It was indeed a good weekend that stretched to four days.
The nest is lovely, but I can’t help but wonder if the baby robins escaped those shells before the fall. It’s hard to tell from the way they’re positioned.
One afternoon late last summer the oceanside lawn was inundated with grasshoppers. Feeding on them were hundreds of happy seagulls.
Susan, I am sorry to say one shell had a tiny hole and neither ever matured before the nest fell, perhaps knocked down by a larger bird. Like those grasshoppers as food for seagulls. Our daughter said there were a number of fallen nests like these around her garden.
All those complex dun colors and contrasting textures, bound up with autumnal decay and loss and the past… seems very Marja-Leena-ish.
Marly, yes, all those things do interest me greatly.