Cows...And Baby Cows

Rather than just going straight to the milk dispenser at the farm, I wandered around a bit since it was a welcoming spring day.  

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Lots of bits of hay around the barns keep this nest builder interested. 

Happy to see you, too. 

This is Bailey, luckiest dog in the area.  Gets to wander around the farm, greet visitors, and lie around in the sun. When he was a pup, Lynda made the mistake of throwing a ball he laid at her feet, and he ended up following us home.  We assumed he had the run of the neighbourhood and would turn back eventually but when we started walking on the railway track we realized he was having too much fun exploring so I had to walk him back to the farm gate.

Foot hills of mount Arrowsmith shrouded in cloud. 

A cold front was blowing in off the pacific today, lots of instability in the atmosphere, as the air was further cooled as it pushed over the Vancouver  Island Mountain Range. Yes, that’s the official Geological Survey Of Canada name, before that it was called Vancouver Island Mountains. A committee was no doubt involved in that name shift.  

The highest peak by the way is not Mount Arrowsmith, much to my disappointment since I can see it any time, but Golden Hinde, 7,200 feet, or 2195 metres. 

Quite perplexingly we have not seen the large influx of ducks and geese nesting on the pond this year.  We have only this one pair of Canada Geese and I cannot see any trace of ducks co-habitating although perhaps a couple might pop up along the berm with their young chicks in tow soon. 

And far from Vancouver Island, but this photo of a pub in Bristol showed up on the Bristol newspaper yesterday.  

It was licensed in 1606, a couple of years after Queen Elizabeth I died and was named after the woodsmen who worked in a forest called Clifton Wood, the area where I grew up. ( And there was of course no wood anywhere to be seen by then)

I would walk past this pub at least 5-6 times a week, on my way to school or Bristol city centre and the Church.   Very close to the original Bristol port,, which was actually filled in, and paved over in the 19th century and it faced the underground vaults of Harvey’s, as in Harvey’s Bristol Cream Sherry fame, where they would store the barrels of sherry taken off the ships.   Apparently half a million pounds was spent by a brewery this year to renovate it. It’s good to see such investment in maintaining history. I’ll pop in next time we’re in town and report back...