Monday, June 27, 2011
|Apple River 'Bar' - Cumberland County|
At The Bar
At the bar, at the bar,
Where I smoked my first cigar,
And the burdens of my heart rolled away.
It was there with the boys,
That we kicked up a noise,
And now I am in for forty days....
For an account of the song's origins and numerous variations probably born on the railroads during the great depression; debauchery scored to an old hymn. SEE: http://www.johnbob.net/bumb.html
|Advocate Harbour in the shadow of Cape Chignecto|
Thursday, June 23, 2011
|Recent Nest Digging likely by a Raccoon|
|Nest Predated by Otters or Raccoons|
|Nesting Over for Another Year|
"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid." Albert Einstein