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Saturday, October 28, 2006 |
Here's a Challenge for Ya'
I finished wrapping my Christmas packages today. I know. I KNOW! That's disgusting. But, for the oldest male member of the family, sometimes it's difficult to stay ahead of the pack. |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 9:30 AM |
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Thursday, October 26, 2006 |
Question of the Week
Who played in the 1968 World Series? Who won the Series? |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 11:08 AM |
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006 |
Snowbirdwords & music by Gene MacLellan sung by Anne Murray Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring When I was young my heart was young then too Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do But now I feel such emptiness within For the thing I want most in life Is the thing I can't win Spread your tiny wings and fly away And take the snow back with you Where it came from on that day The one I love forever is untrue And if I could you know that I would fly away with you The breeze along the river seems to say That she'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay So little snowbird take me with you when you go To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow Click here to read What's a Snowbird. |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 1:28 PM |
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006 |
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I noticed my last humming bird late in September. Today the juncos and the tree sparrows returned to my feeders. There is no more denying it. Winter is on the way. Of course, for those two species of birds they already are enjoying their version of going south for the winter. They spent their spring, summer and fall way up in northern Canada and Alaska—their breeding range. Lounging around here for their winter must seem absolutely tropical compared to the tundra they just vacated. And, they appear to be settling in nicely. Think I should take another look at this human migration business we know as snow-birding. --Terry |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 6:05 PM |
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Monday, October 23, 2006 |
Bed Time Story
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 12:03 PM |
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Friday, October 20, 2006 |
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While Longfellow's creation "Poem for an old guy" is a very nice one, why is it that it appeared on my birthday? I think I will go take a rest while I ponder this. --Terry |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 10:39 AM |
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Thursday, October 19, 2006 |
Poem for an old guy
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow With what a glory comes and goes the year! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary. Through the trees The golden robin moves. The purple finch, That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds, A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle, And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird sings, And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke, Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail. O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear. |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 4:19 PM |
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006 |
Week End Skywatcher
METEOR SHOWER: Earth is about to orbit through the ancient tail of Halley's Comet, producing a mild but pretty shower of meteors called "the Orionids." The best time to look is before sunrise on Saturday, Oct. 21st. CORONAL HOLE: There's a gaping black hole on the sun today. The technical term is "coronal hole." It's a place in the sun's atmosphere where magnetic fields open up and allow solar wind to escape. A stream of solar wind flowing from this hole should reach Earth on Oct. 20th, possibly sparking a geomagnetic storm. Sky watchers, be alert for auroras! Amateur photographers in northern latitudes may be able to record these auroras using time lapse photography. |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 2:51 PM |
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Question of the Week
Who said: "Man is the Only Animal that Blushes. Or needs to." Answer: next week |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 11:07 AM |
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Monday, October 16, 2006 |
Deer in the Woods On our before-dark hike this evening Max and I jumped a platoon of deer in the southwest woods. They announced their tactical departure with yelps; individual squawks that sounded like a pooch with mild laryngitis--the sounds repeating as they disappeared in the trees. Has anyone ever heard a deer vocalize before? I haven't. |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 7:28 PM |
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Sunday, October 15, 2006 |
New Blog Template
Dear Members of the Wolf Family: I have visited a lot of blogs and found most of them difficult to read. They are generally cluttered, lack visual contrast and use small hard to read fonts. Most blogs use a template provided by Blogspot. Since my eyesight is poor, I think everybody might like a cleaner, simpler, easy to read template for Wolf Pack. The template you now see is a result of my endeavor. My apologies to the North Carolina St. Wolf Pack for ripping off their team logo. -- signed W. Nolan |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 7:01 PM |
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Thursday, October 12, 2006 |
Smow Joke
The smell of cold air. Jack Frost's wrath is here again. White blinding the eyes. |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 4:44 PM |
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Yuk!
October 12th--in Ohio-- and it snowed today. Yuk!! |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 2:24 PM |
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Monday, October 09, 2006 |
The Moon; another look The Harvest Moon, two days older and a tad closer. For the really curious, the picture was done with a Meade ETX 90 EC telescope with an adapter for my digital camera. This view is of the top right quadrant of the lunar surface. --Terry |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 9:15 AM |
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Sunday, October 08, 2006 |
Church Camp Memories
I rediscovered Flemming Falls at Camp Mowana today and savored the cascading water while the mild autumn breeze smoothed through the hemlocks. Then, at the end of the trail I encountered a lady, who, as it turns out--like me--was dallying in memories of church camp experiences from long ago. She was of the Culler family, well known farmers from down near Lucas, and home for a visit from Mozambique where she pits her OSU doctorate against the scourge of HIV in that God-forsaken country. "The state department has a diplomatic section and a development section" she explained, "and I work for the latter". And has for nearly 20 years now. She was home to tend to her 92 year old mom who suffered a recent attack of appendicitis, "...and expects to be laid up a few more days," she described her very independent mother. We stood in the crumbling remnants of the old campfire amphitheater and she laughed while telling me about the counselors back then trying to impart native authenticity by having the campfires suddenly spring to inferno size much to the fearful amazement of the young campers--when the counselors managed to succeed with their hocus-pocus, that is. And she laughed some more. Then, sometime later as we walked back the challenging path past the falls, I related the story our counselors told us of the faces carved in positive relief high on the cliff walls along the gorge--by the Indians of long ago we were assured. We tried to see remnants of my carving memories, then, she pointed, "Over there, right there!" And, so it was; not exactly but almost just as I remembered; a face frozen in the sandstone seeming to enjoy our merriment. As we returned to the boisterous crowd of the camp's annual fund-raising participants we detoured back into the quiet of the woods, once again, to re-live more memories with an exploration of our old cabins. We found both, hers and mine. Mine was just as I remembered, except much smaller of course. And right beside the door was the honored name, "Tecumseh". And a hawk soared by as if punctuating its tribute to that chief of chiefs and our efforts to remember. |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 9:49 PM |
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Ill Logic
I'm thinking about it. Mark Foley was my congressman. -- Bill |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 12:21 PM |
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Logic?
Bill: Are you a democrat? --Terry |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 8:51 AM |
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Saturday, October 07, 2006 |
A Logical Conclusion
Terry: Your photo proves the moon is closer to me than New York city. I can see the harvest moon, but I can't see New York city. |
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posted by The Boca Beagle on 6:28 PM |
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Friday, October 06, 2006 |
Harvest Moon The full moon over Ohio. |
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posted by Terry Wolf on 8:55 PM |
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