A friend posted this on Strava yesterday after her dog joyfully rolled on a carcass while they were out on trail. Guess we know what that animal used to be! The good news is she pulled them all out (not deeply seated from rubbing vs. slamming into live porcupine?), but the bad news was the smell.
I love the photo, it's like, “what? I was having fun!”
Note to self: If all the windows in a public space are shuttered, don't secretly open one, not even a small gap. Hundreds of blowflies: "Hurrah, attack!"
All we have to do is to make sure, that #CityDevelopment & #CityPlanning isn't just and only about rich people making money out of the entire #space there/ here.
What can you get to within a 15-minute walk of your house?
A recent YouGov survey asked Americans what they think they should be able to get to within a 15-minute walk of their house.
Of these choices, I can currently walk to all of them from my apartment, aside from a university (no biggie, I'm not currently studying, although there is a Tafe within walking distance), a hospital, and a sports arena.
How many can you get to with a 15 minute walk from your house?
I'm kind of on a crusade to prove Alberta, including the more rural parts, isn't just a backwards swamp full of hateful ignorance (although I'm not denying that exists here as well, of course). Anyway, thanks Innisfail town council, especially Councillor Cindy Messaros, for showing true leadership & providing some hope in a dark time:
#BilboToday The strange weather is indecisive. Twoleg is still heat-plagued. Bilbo showed how best to deal with it: leisurely, no big run. Visit the neighbour's dog, check the other neighbour's apples. Then an extensive chat with Widderle, the last sheep who can't decide whether he's a goat (he lives with them) or a beagle (he touches nose-to-nose). #dogLife#sheep#goats#ruralLife#farmAnimals
Our night was disturbed by a rampaging herd of young elephants through the house. Well, it sounded like that, but we suspected either a stoat had got in (bad news) or that a rogue mouse had broken our agreement with the mousefolk - they get fed outside if they stay outside. I reluctantly set an NMT (shh - don't mention Nasty Mouse Traps) and I fear we were right; it was a mouse, who must have had his mountaineering hobnailed boots on.
I hate having to set NMTs #RuralLife