Ron bought me a nice easel for my birthday and then we found a really fancy wood one in an antique store for not too much $$, so he bought me that one too. For Christmas, he got me wonderful water colors from
A blue heron just flew by, inches above the water. We have Mersanger ducks, which are considered rare, but there are many here locally. Last night, we saw 2 deer out in the poquoson, which explains how they get from shore to shore. I thought their sharp little feet might sink into the swamp mud, but there are enough reeds and roots for them to leap about.
This morning, there is ice on the banks of the creek and a cold wind blowing. We have a fire in the library. Today, we’re on our way up to
Last Friday, my nephews [Sam and Jim Kerr] and I went to
Wednesday, we three went to the Virginia Living Museum (VLM). Jim heads back to VA Tech this Sunday, so we’re packing in as much fun as we can before he goes. VLM is a wonderful museum full of living dioramas of VA wildlife by zone—ocean, tidal, fall line and mountain. Jim used to work there as a volunteer and is full of information. They have just reopened the planetarium there and we went to a show “Oasis in Space” re: water in the Solar system. There’s more water out there than I realized. I would have called the show “Oasis in Spaces” because I cannot resist a rhyme.
The museum also has outdoor trails, with habitat for gray wolves, gray and red foxes, coyotes (bigger than I have ever seen them; zoo life agrees with them, I guess), eagles (unable to live in the wild), as well as an aviary for all types of shore birds. For some reason, zoo animals always “go” when I walk up. The herons were particularly impressive, since they eat fish. We also saw a beaver swimming about, but we could not find the otters. I guess they are in an otter hut for the winter, but it did give me the chance to remind Jim to “do unto otters as you would have them do unto you.”
I really hate wolves. They scare me on a visceral level and I take phrases like “wolves in the streets” seriously. So did Dr. Zhivago. The pack at VLM kept looking at ME thinking how wonderful it would be to kill me and rip me to pieces and snarl over the remains. I know that was what they were thinking. Yes, they were so thinking that.
Hanging out with my nephews is the next best thing to being with Andrew and Simon. Blood is thicker than water and sense of humor is genetic.
cCarol Kerr Buckles, Winter 2009