Collared Doves were another species that inhabits the camp site and that will come and pick breadcrumbs from basically under your feet.
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The Daily Bird #781
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Collared Doves were another species that inhabits the camp site and that will come and pick breadcrumbs from basically under your feet.
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Hey, Everybody! Sorry for the absence, as you can seem, my fingers are not in good shape. They are actually much worse than shown, I managed to take these photos several days ago. The list of things I can’t manage right now grows longer and longer. When they aren’t being incredibly painful, they go numb. Basically, every day I feel like shit, but it will be over soon, Monday the 6th will be my last day of radiation and capcitebine.
I’ll get back to blogging as soon as possible, I have to wander off to pain clinic now.
Highway 401, looking east from Woodstock, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Jack’s Walk is on the road today. We’ll be traveling down Canada’s busiest (and most boring) highway the 401 all the way to its eastern end in Montreal. It’s about an 8 hour drive for us once we add in about 4 or 5 stops for Jack (and us) to get out and stretch. We’ll be staying in a place called Pointe Claire, which is on the west end of the island of Montreal, where Mr. voyager’s mom lives. We’ll stay a few days to visit with family and friends and then we’ll hit the road again, this time along with my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, for a much longer drive (about 1000 km) all the way to the Gaspe Peninsula.
This is an annual trek for us. In a little village at the very tip of the Gaspe Peninsula is a place called Perce where my husband’s mother has a second home. It’s a very special place. It lies nestled at the base of the Chic Choc mountains in a small valley on the edge of the Gulf of St. Lawrence. It’s full of colour and charm and I can’t wait to show it to you. It’s a well-known vacation spot because of the Perce Rock which lies just off it’s coast. It’s a stunner! It also has the world’s largest colony of gannets on Bonaventure Island which is also just off the coast.
But I’m skipping ahead. The next week or so is all about getting there. Jack’s Walk will still be here daily, but the timing will probably be wonkier than usual. My mother-in-law doesn’t have internet (she’s 92, although you’d never know it!) so I’ll be posting from the Tim Hortons down the road. Same thing once we get to Perce…no internet for the first few days, but one or two of the local motels has accessible wi-fi so we’ll get here somehow.
See you soon from la belle province, Quebec.
I have no idea what species these are, but there is a fair number of them all over the plant.
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The last of the streets photos. as I already mentioned, the city is between sea and mountains and has grown in the only possible direction, which is uphill, resulting in some streets that would make San Francisco envious. There are even some where there are escalators to get pedestrians up.
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The yellow mark on the lamp post is the sign in solidarity with the political prisoners after the failed referendum last year.
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We’ve been neglecting the Daily Bird, which is a thing that cannot be.
So here’s a gorgeous Sardinian Warbler for you.
The funny thing about shooting with the 600mm lense is that I sometimes don’t even know what I’m shooting and only find out at home when I look at the pics on the computer screen.
Sardinian Warbler
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Early harvest, ©voyager, all rights reserved
According to the weatherman we can expect to have rain off and on all week so the farmers are out making hay while the sun still shines.
Tree Tuesday gets around and this week we’re in Finland on Uunisaari Island in Helsinki with a grouping of birch trees sent to us by Ice Swimmer. Birches are a favourite of mine and Ice Swimmer’s photograph shows them off perfectly with that beautiful white bark standing out in the sun and their small, delicate leaves silhouetted against the blue sky. Gorgeous.
Thanks Ice Swimmer.
Birches in Uunisaari, ©Ice Swimmer, all rights reserved
I mentioned that hands are a marvel – and so are arms. However the muscle structure is a bit weird.
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If you have ever wondered why biceps are called biceps, now you have the answer. The musculus biceps brachii splits into two parts on the upper end and each is attached to a different part of the shoulder-blade. Whilst it its the most prominent muscle and its development is seen as a sign of strength, biceps is not the strongest flexor in the arm. That is in fact musculus brachialis which lies underneath, connects to ulna it and generally is not seen very much.
Professor Kos mentioned that this arrangement of these two muscles leads to one peculiar thing – flexing of the arm can exert more force when done palm up, than when palm down. Why? Because when the palm is directed down, the musculus biceps has its load bearing tendon wound around the radius to which it is connected. Therefore it cannot flex without also trying to turn the hand palm up.
So when lifting things by flexing your arm palm-down, only two muscles – m. brachialis and m. brachioradialis – can exert force, whereas palm up the m. biceps can join for more strength.
Why is it like this I do not know, but had it been designed, the engineer would deserve at least a pay cut.
While there are few green areas in the centre, there are wonderful planted balconies and lovely squares. One thing is that apart from the pretty fountains there are water fountains everywhere that keep the population on two legs as well as four legs hydrated.
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Another pigeon bath
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As you may remember, our lovely bunny Pünktchen died some weeks ago, and of course, the first thing my dad did when he returned from their holiday was to take the little one to the breeder to get a new one. The guy breeds bunnies for shows, so those who don’t fit his breeding needs are sold as pets, which shows again that those things are stupid as the new bunny is the cutest.
So here’s the first pics of the new family member. Let’s start with Molli, being very hot and not suspecting that life would change again.
Effin’ heat wave when you’re wearing a fur coat.
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And here he is, Fleckchen.
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Isn’t he pretty?
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Translating his name got me thinking again. Now, first of all, in German we make things small by adding -chen, which doesn’t always work in English. While you get a baby and a kitty, you don’t have a “cary”, meaning a little toy car. Now, the former bunny was “Pünktchen”. A “Punkt” can be a dot, but also a spot, which would be the more usual term for describing an animal’s coat. A “Fleck” is something like a larger dot. It can be a spill on your clothing, but also the colouring of an animal, so now I have two rabbits named for their coat and they could both be translated as the same word in English. So I went with “Patches” because his coat looks more like a patchwork blanket.
Molli and Fleckchen
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Here you can see the first contact between the two, with Fleckchen being in his temporary enclosure, from which he escaped the next day. Thankfully he#s still too young for making baby rabbits.
Taking flight, ©voyager, all rights reserved
It’s been a crazy, busy day around here and Jack didn’t get out until much later than usual so to make up for it I took him to the lake. I figure you guys have seen lots of wet dog photos lately so instead of another one here’s a nice bit of fluff.
Wedged in between the mountains and the sea, Barcelona’s streets tend to be narrow and dark, and beautiful.
But it’s also a place where you can see the contrast between rich and poor, with people sleeping rough, begging for change and trying to make ends meet by selling knickknacks. When you come to the harbour you will have the multi-million dollar yachts next to poor immigrants selling cheap sunglases.
I will say one thing in favour of Barcelona and that is that they don’t seem to actively work against the homeless population. There was a spot at Catalunya where our bus arrived and left where a homeless guy had his place, with a small foam mattress and a few belongings. He usually wasn’t there when we arrived, but at least nobody destroyed his things and the police didn’t remove them.
My kids were wondering about the “junk”, not knowing that this was somebody’s home, and when I explained it to them they emptied their pockets and put all their change on the mattress. I was never prouder of them than in that moment.
Narrow street just off the Rambla. ©Giliell, all rights reserved
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