I spent one morning this weekend on the prairies north of Strathmore around Bruce Lake. This trip along the backroads came in between two chinooks and there was a thin blanket of snow that had fallen the day before to cover the land in white. I had not explored this area previously and when I saw this tree framed by the broken down fence line, I was happy I to have come this way. I can only imagine the vignettes that have played out in front of this gnarled trunk over many years.
I found this Red fox sprinting away from a farm west of Springbank, Alberta. A dog was just giving up the chase when I caught sight of the fox running at full speed in the ditch. By the time it passed me it was out of pursuit and was cantering along.
Bobbi and the kids watched a Lynx walk around our house and into the woods behind yesterday. I wasn’t home so that wasn’t a show meant for me but we do have less elusive wildlife that comes around. Particularly in the winter, some of the mule deer who live in the community clip clop onto the deck looking for seeds underneath the bird feeder. This doe was bold enough to visit during the daytime. She was rewarded with a pretty good snack being the first visitor in a couple of days.
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… and just about everywhere else in this part of the world is frozen solid. Temperatures have been stuck below -20°C for the week. Much too cold but rather beautiful. This branch hung over a trail I was on near Johnson Lake in the Banff National Park. It seemed to be a fitting summary of the change into full winter.
Winter snuck an early snowstorm into Banff National Park’s Bow Valley last weekend. By mid-morning, most of the snow had melted away in the valley bottom but the upper slopes were still dominated by the white mixed with the green of the forest. It was a beautiful landscape to enjoy – we’ll see how long it takes before the snow takes hold for a longer stay.
It was 27°C (81°F) on Sunday in Bragg Creek and we enjoyed a wonderful summer day. Monday was an altogether different story. It dropped to 0°C (32°F) overnight and freezing rain turned to snow before noon. By the afternoon the fields towards Calgary were white and in Redwood Meadows, the tree boughs were weighed down by a thick blanket of snow.
The forecast indicates that this unseasonal (though far from unheard of in these parts) weather will not last long. By next weekend, we should be over 20°C again – here’s hoping!
A blizzard swept out of the mountains on the weekend. The ground had been almost bare but winter felt everyone’s enthusiasm for spring was premature. The snow fell through the night and in the morning there was almost a foot blanketing the grass, the trees and almost anything else that doesn’t move. In the middle of the storm, I went outside to watch the snow and enjoy the sound of the huge flakes touching down and watching them tumble through the darkness.