Monday, August 22, 2011

Good bye, Jack... you'll be missed.


A poster created by art director Stuart Thursby, using some of Jack Layton's last words in a letter to Canadians.



You may have noticed that I don't spend a lot of time discussing politics on this blog. It's not because I'm not political, or I don't care; in fact I have very strong political beliefs. It's really just that this blog is about other things in my life, and I like to welcome everyone here, whatever their own beliefs. I have friends who vote in different places on the political spectrum, and I like to think we can all get along, even if we don't agree on who should be Prime Minister. Certainly my mother-in-law and I don't agree, but I love her anyway! :) 

All that said, I can't let this day go by without commenting on one politician in particular: Jack Layton, leader of the NDP.  This year, for the first time ever, that party became the official opposition in our federal government. But as I was driving to Cornwall to drop off a print job today, I heard on the radio that Jack had died in the wee hours of this morning. He succumbed to cancer less than a month after announcing he would be temporarily stepping down to look after his health.

Most Canadians were shocked by Jack's appearance at that news conference in July. We all knew he'd been treated for prostate cancer last year, but apparently that had been going well. We also knew that all through this year's election campaign, he had been using a cane after undergoing surgery for a fractured hip (the reasons for that fracture were never really explained, but one has to wonder if it was related to the illness that took his life.) Despite this, he bounded through the campaign like the Energizer Bunny he'd always been.

But on July 25th, it was a different Jack that faced the TV cameras to tell Canadians that he was taking the summer to deal with a new cancer unrelated to his initial diagnosis. This was a frail, alarmingly thin, and hoarsely-voiced Jack. My own reaction was one of shock. When I saw this Jack, I saw a man fighting for his life, and I seriously doubted he would be back in September as he claimed. Not because I'm a doctor, but because I've gone the long haul with someone dying from cancer, and that look was familiar to me.  I feared he would not live through August, and sadly I was right. He passed away at home in Toronto this morning with his family by his side.

I am not usually deeply affected by the deaths of public figures. Yes, I'm sad when such people die, but it's not like I knew them personally. My mother died a week after Princess Diana did, and I think you can guess which death affected me infinitely more. I am, however, very moved by Jack's death (everyone called him Jack!) I feel that it is a loss to Canada and Canadians.

I have been thinking today about why I am so upset by this particular public figure's passing. Maybe it's because Jack worked so hard in the last election, and finally achieved something no other NDP leader had managed: a record 103 seats in Parliament, and the keys to Stornoway (the residence of the leader of the official opposition.)  All that, only to die just shy of four months after this historic achievement. It is tragic that Jack did not live long enough to enjoy the fruits of his labours.




Jack and his trusty cane.  -Blair Gable/Reuters

I am sad too because the NDP and Liberal parties are now rudderless ships, and I think a democracy needs strong opposition parties to function well. Right now we have a majority government, and there's no one there to oppose them, at least, not the way Jack would have done. I'm not saying the NDP won't regroup and move forward, but at the moment, there is really no one fit to take on Prime Minister Harper when Parliament resumes next month. And that troubles me. 

This year,  Jack ran a positive election campaign, without all the attack ads that are becoming popular in Canada these days. I loathe attack ads. I am upset that this American phenomenon is catching on here. I don't want to hear about the evils of the opponent; I don't want incessant negativity. I want to know what a candidate and his/her party are going to do to make life better for all Canadians. We need more politicians like Jack, optimistic and uplifting. I am sad we have lost  such positive political voice.

I am sad too because Jack died at the same age as my Dad: 61. It's too young, in a country where the average life expectancy is up around 81. I had been looking forward to seeing him take on the government in Parliament this fall. Finally, some lively debate! But it is not to be. We can only wonder what Jack would have gone on to accomplish had he lived 20 more years. If my Dad had lived 20 more years, he'd still be here today.

It says a lot about Jack that he was the most popular of the leaders, even though he did not become Prime Minister in the last election. Many people liked and trusted him, even people who disagreed with his politics. His popularity crossed party lines, an amazing thing.

And so I am very sad that Jack is gone. I wish we had more politicians like him, passionate and full of humour, always with a genuine smile. Today, many people were saying how they liked, respected and admired Jack, even though they could not vote for his leftist politics. The comment boards on news sites were full of remarks like that: "Great guy, class act, but I disagreed with his policies." Well, you might want to think about that a bit. How is it possible to separate the man from his beliefs? Doesn't it stand to reason that the beliefs that shape the politics also shape the man? Maybe some people need to think a little bit more about who they admire and why.

The poster at the start of this post, Jack's own words, says it all for me. It encompasses my deepest beliefs. In life,  I think you can act from a place of love, or you can act from a place of fear. I think you can live your life in hope and with optimism (realizing that there will always has been and always will be suffering on earth) or you can turn inward and live in despair and pessimism. You can focus on what you have, or you can focus on what you don't have. You can work on improving yourself, or you can work on tearing down others. It's up to you.

And that's why I liked Jack. He was humourous, respectful, kind and energetic, hard-working and always smiling. Sure, he had flaws, and nope, I didn't agree with all of his policies (I have been quite pissed off at him on occasion!). But I agreed with enough of them. I think his last letter to Canadians, written just two days before he died, exemplifies his love for Canada, and his commitment to public service.

And so I am sad today, sad about a guy I never met. Because I think that Jack made Canada a better place, and now he is gone. I like to hope that other politicians will learn from his example, but I'm not optimistic.

And on that note, here's a video that shows not only Jack's sense of humour, but his musical talent too:




Good bye, Jack. I'm sorry you won't be here this fall to be a thorn in Steven Harper's side.  Thank you for caring about all Canadians.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Walkies!

I took these pictures the other day when we walked the dogs back to the river. Here's a honeybee on some Joe Pye weed...






Gordon and the dogs wandering through the woodlot.



Mystery wildflower that my friend Ronna will have to identify for me! Wait, it's not stinging nettles again, is it??




Old fence in the back pasture.



Fields o' soy. Future pollinator sanctuary and wetlands!



Ye olde homestead.



Sophie can't decide whether to go with Daddy or stay with me!



More Joe Pye weed in the back pasture. 

Happy Sunday!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The cheese boys at work

And now, the Union Cheese Factory at Upper Canada Village. My friend Eugene is the cheesemaker there, along with the talented Dennis. We stopped in right after UCV opened for the day. 900 gallons of milk had been poured into the vat and was being heated over the wood fire to a temperature of 102F.


It doesn't take long for the milk to begin the process of separating in to curds and whey.




Gordon was utterly fascinated!



Dennis did his whole spiel just for us, while Eugene dragged what looked like a giant garden rake through the developing cheese.



Curds are starting to form.



On the left is rennet, the calf stomach enzyme used in the production of cheese. On the right is annato, which is used to colour cheddar cheese orange. 



Eugene is checking the curds. Eugene's uncle was a cheesemaker, and the little building that housed his cheese factory is now at the Glengarry Pioneer Museum.



We took off for a couple of hours, and when we got back, the cheese  was in slabs. Dennis and Eugene put it through a device that cut it up into curds again.



Eugene is an impressive curd-shoveller.



Imagine the poutine you could make with this! But instead it was to be put into cheeseboxes, where it would glom together to become the cheddar cheese we know and love!



Salt is added at the end.


Note the maniacal gleam in Eugene's eye. I think he likes aiming a pitchfork at me!



It was a hot day but a good time was had by all.


We have an old cheesebox like this in our barn, which I have to rescue and rehabilitate.



http://youtu.be/KFEKjPwWft4

Here's a YouTube video that shows Eugene and Dennis hard at work:




Friday, August 19, 2011

Things that happened this week

1) I finally got stung while working at my hives. A bee flew up my pantleg (I am too blasé about tucking my pants into my socks these days!) and nailed me on the thigh. My hands were busy at the time so it took me almost a minute to get my hand in there and scrape out the stinger, allowing oodles of venom to be  pumped in. As per usual, I didn't have much swelling or reaction but it was my most painful sting to date. That said, the stings really don't bother me that much. I was mostly surprised at how long it hurt this time, more than 24 hours. I have read that later in the season, the bees' venom is stronger because they are older, so it must have been a combination of aged bee plus extra venom. Even after the stinger pulls away from the bee's abdomen, it takes the venom sac with it and keep injecting the stuff into you. Amazing.

Of course the pièce de résistance was when I brushed some crap off my pant leg without realizing the extracted stinger was there. I guess I flicked it off my fingernail onto my pants.  It poked into my finger and delivered another sting with a  little more venom!

2) Today Ronna the duck caught and ate a small leopard frog! The ducks and chickens had an outing this afternoon while Gordon was out working on the "duck nursery." The ducks had not even wandered out of the barn until yesterday, when they finally went on a bit of an exploring adventure into the thicket of sumac next to the barn. Then today they hung around the woodpile for a while, where Ronna assassinated the poor frog. A few smacks of the bill and it was gone!

3) We introduced five new young hens into the coop this week. While our six chicks (now two months old) are still residing in the chicken tractor in the garage, we got another five youngsters from our friends Judy and Bruce, and have tossed the lot of them into the coop. They are as big as the adult hens and are coping okay, but on the first day they were a little scared. One of the youngsters was chased into the corner of the outdoor run by a hen, and in a desperate attempt to escape, stuck her head through the chain-link fence into the duck run. She then refused to back up.Charlie Sheen, MacGregor and Ronna went over to investigate the chicken noggin poking into the run. Gordon watched and was surprised to see each of the ducks gently touch the chicken's beak with their bills, not aggressive at all. It was like they were curious and wanted to make sure the youngster was okay.

They do seem to get along well with the chickens. Their runs are side by side but a fence keeps them apart.But today Gordon had the doors open in both the chicken coop and the duck run. So I came down this afternoon to see Errol Flynn the rooster and lady love Penelope sauntering past the ducks into their run, and no one batted an eyelash. Of course, if the chickens had gone into the duck house where Eugenia is sitting on her eggs, there would have been hell to pay.

4) We saw several bats fly out of the barn tonight around 8 pm. I am pretty sure they are big brown bats, and it looked like they were coming from the eaves. This is great, as we want to encourage bats here. We have one bathouse on the back of the barn and thanks to our friend Happy Wombat Boy, we have three more bathouses to put up. He brought us a carload from Toronto when he last visited, as he had a teacher friend whose students had made bat and mason bee houses as a project, with many leftovers. We took 'em all. Great!

That's it for now. Happy weekend!



Upper Canada Village visit

I have a lot of photos, so I'm going to break this up into two posts!

Yesterday we went to Upper Canada Village. We were last there in 2009 and I did two posts about that visit, this one and this one

They officially opened the new visitor centre yesterday, with lots of hoopla and the Fort Henry Guard firing off noisy weapons:


We got there early and wandered off to visit Eugene in the cheese factory. I'll post about that tomorrow. For now, here are some other sights from the Village.


Lots of log buildings!


Adorable piglets. We were given apples to feed them as treats.



I think these are oats being harvested.


Dried flower and moss creations:





"Our queen and country"... hoorah!




The Masonic Lodge, which I posted a pic of in 2009. The place fascinates me. Those secretive masons!


And extreme cuteness in the bottom of the building housing the sawmill:


Barn swallow babies!



Field of buckwheat by the water.


More cuteness.


Mama swallow was heading in, so the babies opened up in preparation, but I didn't get a photo of the feeding session.

Mama, or possibly Papa, waiting for me to get the hell out.


Broom-making shop.



Cuteness! Do you think they used horsehair in that nest?  :)

More soon! Supper calls.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Cheesy smiles!


I am just off for a Scrabble death-match with my friend Judy, so will post more later. Today we went to Upper Canada Village where we visited our buddy Eugene, who works in the cheese factory. Here we are, flashing our cheesy smiles!

More soon today's visit. Must go Scrabble-ize now. No ducklings yet! I'm getting anxious...

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Birdy happenings

Mama duck Eugenia is still on the nest. I expect the eggs to hatch any day now! I've lost count of how many are in there.


She's fiercely protective and attacks my feet if I get anywhere near her nest when I'm in the duckhouse. Good little mama!

Gordon has almost finished building a separate house for Mama and babies, in the tarp-covered dog run next to the chickens. I'll take pictures later. It's not beautiful but it's sturdy as hell!

Here are Charlie, MacGregor and Ronna enjoying  the grassy run while the chickens, who ruined THEIR grassy run, look on jealously.



Meanwhile, in the coop, Charlotte and Ellie spend most of their time up near the ceiling! Not long after I put Charlotte back in the coop after her stay in our front porch chicken hospital last month, she moulted in an explosion of feathers. Honestly, when I went in the coop and saw the pile of black feathers on the ground, I thought a predator had finally gotten in and eaten a hen. Nope! It was just Charlotte, dropping a chicken-load of plumage.

Ellie has moulted too. The two girls spend their days "upstairs", away from the roosters, and their feathers are finally growing back, even the one on Charlotte's poor bald head.


Her breathing is still a tad raspy but since she's doing well in every other respect, I'm not going to worry about it. Soon she will be feathered out and back to her beautiful self.



Monday, August 15, 2011

I smell fall!

 

Sophie make a good head-rest.


I took the dogs for a happy walk this afternoon. It was starting to sprinkle when I left, so I put on a rainjacket for the first time in ages. It has been a very hot dry summer, but the rainfall we got last week quickly turned everything green again.

I found some wild black raspberries. These are at their peak in July, but some seem to keep fruiting a little longer.
 

They are ripe when they turn that dark purple.


Hey!


Where'd all the ripe ones go?


Here one minute...


 

Gone the next! Tasty!
 
I love our pond. One day we'll get a windmill to run an aeration device so that the water isn't full of algae  and duckweed. I was thinking of taking a bucket of duckweed back for the Muscovies.
It's fun playing "spot the frog." We have zillions of frogs in here. In and around the pond, I've seen Northern Leopard frogs, Green frogs, Wood frogs, Bullfrogs, Spring Peepers,  Mink frogs and most recently, a Grey Tree frog.

Can you see the little guy in the middle of this picture?
Northern Leopard frog!


How about in the middle of this photo?


 
Green frog!


Duckweed.

Happy dog.

Sophie turns nine this fall, as does Tristan. She has not slowed down one bit!


The dogs can't pass this pond without jumping into it.

Today I was able to sit by the pond for awhile. That's hard to do in summer because there are so many mosquitoes, deerfly and blackfly there. But today the bloodsuckers were fairly restrained, so I sat on the flat rock and leaned against my swampy smelling dog while listening to some tunes on the old iPod.

The goldenrod is out in force, a sure sign of fall. I don't know what the spikey plants are. They are very similar to stinging nettles but I don't think that's what they are! The leaves are narrow and the things hanging off them (blooms? Seed pods?) are bizarre. I bet my friend Ronna can identify it!

More pictures tomorrow. I needed to get away from my computer and let my mind wander. Sophie was grateful for the outing!

I am seeing leaves turning colours already. I am not ready for autumn!