this article explains, Schuey's life ended too soon, after being diagnosed with Degenerative Myelopathy (the same ailment that took my last dog, Scott). The article goes on to say that the flags in Pit 24 were lowered to half-mast and that Schuey's nine years of faithful attendance would not be forgotten.
RIP, Schuey. I am truly saddened to see you go and convey my heartfelt sympathy to your beloved human, Keith Robinson. As sad as it is to learn of your passing, I am heartened that you led such a rich and fulfilled life. Your spirit will live on! It has already reached further than I'm sure Keith ever anticipated.
Hilton Pond Center will give you more information: "As a chick opens its mouth to vocalize or beg, the parent bird sees a flash of orange, red, or yellow--a "target zone" that shows where to stuff the next juicy grub or worm."
We saw this wonderful critter last weekend. It was a hot day, and we sat on a shady bench to cool down and to watch..Swing Society dancers. Even the shadows got into the spirit :)
One of the great pleasures of our outings is talking to strangers, sometimes from foreign lands, and sometimes, from the neighbourhood. That day, Bill had a very interesting conversation with a young tourist who was planning to explore places in Canada that I've never seen. I was a little envious, to be honest, but also grateful for the way that young man brought his energy, his respect for a land he was just beginning to discover and his love of the outdoors to my consciousness. As we were talking, I realized the dog we had noticed when we first arrived in the park was enjoying the day as much as we were. I approached her humans and asked if I could take a few photos. I hope I am correct in remembering "her" to be a female, but if mistaken, I beg forgiveness for that error, as well as for forgetting the dog's name. As often happens, I waited too long to begin this post, but introducing her to you is absolutely essential, even if a bit late. As I stood talking to the young couple, the dog suddenly indicated she was thirsty.
A couple of days ago, we saw a flock of young White-crowned sparrows feasting on something in the grass that must have been delicious.
I showed you this piano just yesterday, but hadn't shown you Black Jack listening carefully while I tried to play a tune around her. (Actually, I think she was staring at something on the ground that just might be edible.)Mr. Oppenheimer with a finch resting on his head.