Took my daily walk in the rain on Byrne Creek in SE Burnaby, BC, today. With this series of atmospheric rivers hitting the west coast, it was really ripping.
Sure hope the redds, or nests of eggs from spawning salmon don’t get blown out or smothered in silt!
I’m glad mainstream media ran a story like this, but to make it sound like something new is innacurate.
These ideas have been around for decades, and volunteer streamkeepers and wetlandkeepers have been pushing municiaplities for more infiltration for what seems like forever.
The best way to protect local creeks and urban and suburban watersheds is through the sponge concept of getting as much rainwater into the ground as possible instead of piping it away.
Spotted this Red-tailed Hawk on my two-hour ramble around SE Burnaby, BC.
I took a two-hour ramble around SE Burnaby, BC, and saw several Northern Flickers.
The tree-topping Flicker was not far from Willard Park, while the rest were shot at Ron McLean Park.
The ongoing waves of atmospheric rivers on the BC west coast are creating massive flows ripping through creeks.
There’s a lot of concern around the lower mainland that salmon redds, or nests of eggs, are being either ripped appart, or smothered in silt.
In 2008, the Canadian Parliament passed an act so that throughout Canada, in each and every year, the fourth Saturday in November shall be known as “Ukrainian Famine and Genocide (“Holodomor”) Memorial Day”.
In commemoration of the Soviet-inflicted Holodomor, I’m sharing part of the introduction that I wrote to Maria: A Chronicle of a LIfe, a novel of those terrible times written by Ulas Samchuk, translated by my aunt Roma Franko, and edited by me, after the passing of my Mom who edited many volumes of Language Lanterns Publications translations of Ukrainian literature into English.
“To see a world in a grain of sand…” These words by English poet William Blake are interpreted to mean that minute, apparently inconsequential events in a life can represent universal truths.
“Ulas Samchuk’s character Maria is such a grain of sand––or perhaps in the context of the novel, she is such a kernel of grain.
“The life of this uneducated peasant woman spans great upheavals in Ukrainian history from approximately the 1861 emancipation of serfs in the Russian Empire under the Tsars, to the unimaginable horror of the communist-induced mass starvation in Soviet Ukraine in the early 1930s that killed millions, and is now internationally recognized as an act of genocide.
“Samchuk dedicates his novel “to the mothers who were starved to death in Ukraine in 1932-33,” yet the story is much more than that, taking the reader through three sections: A Book about the Birth of Maria, A Book of Maria’s Days, and A Book about Grain. Each is important in its own way, as Maria grows, matures, and reacts to the changes going on around her.
“She may be just a bit of flotsam carried by a tsunami of social and political change, but her loves, her trials and her toil through her three score and ten (the author tells us that she lived for 26,258 days, or nearly 72 years) enable us to picture an often harsh existence that prompted hundreds of thousands of Ukrainian peasants to abandon their beloved villages and emigrate in search of land and freedom. . . “
A bit of sibling rivalry going on this evening. I was looking for Sora the Cat and found her under Midori the Turtle’s UV/heat lamp.
Our late Choco the Cat was also known to indulge in Dori’s lamp when the days got short and cold.
Saw these Bald Eagles on our patrol for salmon spawning in Byrne Creek in SE Burnaby, BC, today.
I saw the one sitting in the tree, and then the other came screaming in and the two of them did a bit of aerobatics before disappearing.
