I’m behind on posts, have a funny cat.
And it’s even using a MacBook, just like me. You go, cat author! And maybe I’ll go, too.
It’s early in the month, but is it ever too early for cats?
This one really works without description.
Sometimes you just need cats. Even somewhat mean cats.
It is time for the cats to provide amusement in animated form.
I call this The Unexpected Twist.
That was one of my resolutions and these words are proof that I am sticking to it, if only technically. But give me a little time and the words will soon flow like some big flowing thing, like lava, but faster and less likely to incinerate you.
In the meantime, here is a kitten:
You might think this sign would not be needed, but apparently it is, because it exists. This particular one is at Robert Burnaby Park.
If you see a bear, do not take a selfie with the bear, because the bear will eat you and post its own selfie on Bear Facebook, featuring your mangled corpse.
The same sign also advises that you should not:
- approach a bear
- feed a bear
- run from a bear
- chase a bear
- get close to a bear
Basically, if you spot a bear, immediately teleport away, if possible.
Found in a bag of nacho cheese Goldfish crackers, officially known as Kick It Up a Nacho flavor:
Yes, it’s a giant blob of nacho cheese stuff that somehow never got broken down. There was actually a second smaller blob as well, but it got sent off to cheese blob heaven before this picture was taken. I’m both intrigued and terrified at the thought of breaking the blob apart to see if anything is inside.
I went for a walk tonight along the Brunette River trail to help work off the 15,000 calories of pizza I had ingested earlier and spied for the first time the fur-bearing stick re-arrangers that have been at work at the small artificial pond created back in 2012 as part of a habitat restoration project. Previously the drainage pipe fed into a small pond that continued into another pipe under the trail and into the river. For the restoration, a new stream was created off the pond to the east that travels about half a km or so down before joining into another. At the same time a large concrete barrier was put in place to create a larger, permanent pond. When it rains this pond naturally spills over and the excess goes into the pipe that leads under the trail. In the winter this spillover becomes a reasonably impressive little waterfall.
Recently I’ve noticed twigs and small branches adorning the top of the concrete barrier. They would usually go away, but inevitably reappear a few days later. They were there tonight and for the first time I saw the culprits lazing about in the pond: three beavers.
There may be more than three, but that’s how many were showing themselves. None were active in the construction as I walked by, but their work is evident in the shot below. You can see that even though we are in the midst of a dry spell, there is still a trickle of water flowing over the concrete and the beavers will have none of it (apologies for the naff picture quality. I was afraid the beavers might dive if I got too close, so I wasn’t too fussy on getting the best angle).
Here’s a cropped version that more closely shows the dam builders, contemplating more dam building. The third one is near the water’s edge toward the back.
I wonder if these beavers are related to the ones that managed to derail a 152 car train.
I decided to test my post-cold stamina (not really post, since I’m still coughing a bit and such) by going for a walk around Burnaby Lake. It was quite nice, with sunny skies and temperatures in the low to mid-20s, so sweating was kept to a minimum.
The run-like stats were 2:51 hours total time, 9:26/km pace (slower than normal, to be expected) and apparently 836 calories burned.
Upon arriving home I ate an entire cake.
Kidding. We don’t have any cake in the house.
The current resurfacing is now complete according to the official park website. They finished doing the Pavilion trail, so the area from the second boardwalk to the rowing pavilion parking lot is freshly surfaced. There’s a part not far from the bridge at Deer Lake Brook that has a large exposed pipe you normally have to hop over, but they have either removed it or so effectively buried it I didn’t even notice it when walking through the area. I’m hoping they do the Cottonwood Trail next, but it is all a mystery as they only post when actual work is happening, not thrilling teasers like COMING SOON: All those nasty exposed tree roots will soon be buried safely underfoot as we prepare to resurface the Cottonwood Trail.
I took a few pics along the way.
Some English lavender bowing gently in the breeze:
And I finally did a search on these stupid orange-red berries that I have seen growing everywhere my entire life.
These are apparently Rowan trees and the berries, which I always thought were poisonous, are actually more inedible when raw due to containing parasorbic acid, which can cause indigestion or kidney damage (maybe I sleepwalk and eat Rowan berries. This would explain a few things). Cooking the berries turns the parasorbic acid into the friendlier sorbic acid. I’m not planning recipes any time soon, though. More for the birds.
This shot was of a cluster hanging above my head, so I held the phone up as high as I could and shot from below. The shot turned out okay, though there’s a bit of sun bleed in the corner.
Finally, the bridge at Silver Creek is being replaced. Because there is no handy alternate route, they have put in place a temporary bridge next to it that looks like an unfinished prop from a science fiction movie. It felt solid to walk on, but still a little weird, especially with the overhead bits.
Also, since these walks don’t really count as hikes, I’ve boldly added a new category for the blog. Get ready. It’s called…
Yes, I know, it’s brilliantly simple, just like me!