Rest stop for passing birds

Fly by
The island is a rest stop for many migrating birds. The species have changed during the month. We’ve had common flickers, american kestrels, some from the warbler family and others (unidentified by me).

They dart into open doorways, windows and people. We’ve had birds in the whistle house, donkey engine house and the lighthouse. I hear my children’s ancestors having premonitions because of three birds in the house! Tim and I have managed to get them all out unharmed. One was still in the lighthouse when the USCG chopper arrived. Luckily they were only looking for a toilet and never ventured into the tower.
Touch down
 Really.  A very cute, young USCG, with an English accent, hopped off and asked to use the bathroom. They are all closed up here, so after a brief walk,  he reboarded and they took off. THEY LOVED THE NEW HELIPAD. He said it looked brand new (Ethan uncovered the old triangle of bricks and I mowed it when the rider mower ran). They will be back this week because they plan some work on the light.

I was just getting ready to incubate a batch of yogurt in the lighthouse before they arrived. It turned out to be too cool so I used a combination of a warm water bath in the crock pot and a slightly warm oven. We had homemade yogurt and english muffins for breakfast. Now I am going to try to use the rest of this batch as a starter for the next. And so on and so on…

Yogurt

Could be a long walk

The cove
This photo highlights our bathroom situation. We sleep in the quarters at the top of the hill and use the outhouse at the bottom of the hill near the cove. It’s all about planning.

There is a crisp north breeze today. It’s great sleeping weather. Fruit or birch wood smoke is drifting from the mainland and I could hear the ringing of the bell buoy to the north.

I am calling the rider mower repair a small victory. After it ran for 20+ minutes two days ago, yesterday it wouldn’t start. I had moved a ‘kill’ wire and adjusted my favorite idle screw on the carburetor. The battery sounded weak so I charged it. Then the mower started right up and I gingerly mowed the upper 40 while I waited for it to stall. Never happened. The only time it conked out was when it ran out of gas.

And I finished knitting a sock made of possum, wool and silk from New Zealand. At least one foot is warm.

Welcome sunshine

Oil house
Glorious morning. Wind shifted to the north, crisp air so why is the fog horn still sounding? Hmmm.

We spent time in the whistle house yesteday working on lawnmowers. I ran the rider mower 30 minutes. Today’s test will be to mow with it.

I used the rowing machine for the first time this trip. I started with it outside on the deck of the boat house. Then the rain began and I hauled it inside and continued, on a 30° downhill slant. When I finished, I walked to the beach to check out the surf.

Cobblestone
Michael, Susanne and Eleanor managed to hike the south trail during a brief moment of sunshine yesterday and shared chili and stories with us last night. Blueberry muffins were delicious.

Do skies lie?

Yesterday was laundry day and it’s a good thing I did it. The wind whipped clothes dry in no time. It’s unlikely we’ll see the sun the next few days and a gale is predicted. Time to put away potential flying objects.Wash day
I’ll never get meteorology. This morning’s sky looked as pretty and benign as last night’s.
This morning
Morning sky before the gale

Last night
Sunset 9/29/10

Igor’s fog




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Originally uploaded by One2KnitFar

We are feeling the effects of Hurricane Igor, literally. Yesterday the sky was clear, the wind was light from the south while huge waves were crashing on the east and south sides of the island. This sent spray flying and created enough of a haze at Seguin’s summit, 150 feet high, to trigger the fog horn.

There were eight to ten foot waves running from the east across the mouth of the harbor. They are supposed to build more through the day.

I think we will stay home today.

Sent fom my Palm

Surf

Living in a cloud

Fog again

We can hardly believe how lucky we are to live the life we lead.  We’ve got great kids, our health and this outrageous lifestyle.  Today, the island was in a blanket of fog while the upper sky was sunny.  We’ll keep pinching ourselves, or at least I’ll pinch Tim.

It was a dark and stormy night

Not really but there was a brief, intense storm right before sunset.  Then the sky was beautiful.  Luckily we watched it from indoors.

Caretaker fingers

Tim and I have matching injuries.  My index finger got mildly caught in the flywheel of the string trimmer.  Oops.

Storm brewing

Striped berries

I want to figure out what these are.  Any ideas?

Nice clouds

To the lighthouse

We drove to MA to head to the lighthouse yesterday.  The cats traveled like champs.  They didn’t do too bad on the boat and dinghy ride either.  Unfortunately, when we got here, our mooring had vanished, likely from a storm in winter.  We looked around and then arranged a borrowed mooring with the island’s winter caretaker.  While this was going on, a squall blew in and all my clothes and Tim’s electronics got soaked.  Then the grass was waist high.  But today was a new day and all is well.

Shirley bewildered

Cats and other luggage

My wet clothes

The waist high lawn

Today I tried to get the weed wacker to work for about an hour then took the John Deere lawnmower out to the field.  I set it on a hover craft setting and thrashed the wheat.  Much improved.

A better day

The helipad