Life's a Stitch

In addition to the gulls, of course, which C has named Poopy, Crappy and Splat, the streaky evidence of which can be seen on the roof. I had chosen more innocuous names, but agreed to go with his, as long as Crappy's original one was changed. I'll leave that to your imagination.

That's Splat, discovering his little gull voice.

I've succeeded in my goal of walking every street on the Semiahmoo Peninsula, 5K at a time. These daily walks close to home have revealed a variety of local beasts. I've seen deer, turtles, families of raccoons, bunnies, squirrels, and many kinds of birds – bald and golden eagles to crimson breasted house finches.

One of my favourite spots is Crescent Beach prior to 8:00a.m. It's quiet, fresh, and without the throngs that grow as the day develops, the critters make an appearance.

The early bird gets the fish. Herons by the dozens hang out at their favourite hunting waters. 

Cotton tails have plenty to eat in the grassy part of the park. 

Last week, when M and KC are here we even got in some time crabbing. We staked out a corner on the White Rock pier and were able to maintain a healthy distance from others. We left Crescent Beach pier one afternoon, though, when the crowds moved in, unmasked or with no regard to the concept of two metres. We caught two keepers as you can only take males of a certain size, but it provided a decent crabbatizer for dinner.

On the topic of fauna, I realized I never posted a photo of my last pet portrait, Prince the cat, posing regally on the back of the couch.