Salvelinas Fontinalis attacked

First, it shouldn't be any surprise to you, dear readers, that my brother was named after a fish. In fact, he was named after a brook trout, Salvelinas Fontinalis. It's true. Mom named him after a trout and me after an anchovy. I'm not bitter though, just saltier.

It turns out that Sal was attacked by a bird. Here's his story:

I went back into the woods and was again attacked by my buddy the
hawk. I got a good look at him and he is a northern goshawk. They are
reputed to be very aggressive nest defenders and apparently attacking
humans isn't uncommon. Recommendations for those nut cases who climb
trees to peek into their nests include heavy leather clothing and
helmets with visors. This guy took 5 runs at me yesterday with a
couple of them missing me by 6 inches after i had ducked. I had the
camera out and actually got 2 shots of him in mid attack. In the first
he launched from a branch about 12 feet up and was inbound at about 70
km/hr headed right at my face. In the second he started about 40 feet
up and came almost straight down at me I would guess at about 80
km/hr. This would be the view a rabbit would get about 1 second before
it died. Both photos are a but fuzzy because the auto focus couldnt
keep up with the speed of the thing and in both cases I had started to
bail out already when i pushed the shutter button. Lots of folks see
hawks in the distance diving straight down at prey. Not many get to
see what that looks like from the rabbit's perspective. The photos
arent very clear but I was pretty happy to get them.

Fathers Day

We spent the day with Tuffy's dad, her brother and their family at Tuffy's dad's cottage in the Kawarthas. What a lovely day to hang out, clean out some weeds from the gardens, and enjoy a relaxing family bbq.

We just got home to a house full of hungry cats. While I was away, Tuffy procured a copy of Prime Suspect season 5. Tonight, we're going to put our feet up and watch an episode or two.

By the way, I started a new book - Midnight at the Dragon Cafe, by Judy Fong-Bates. It's about a young girl growing up in the Chinese/Canadian food restaurant her parents run in a rural Ontario town. Promising so far.

Doodle Museum

I was browsing around Bifurcated Rivets as I sometimes do, and stumbled across the
Marty Rosenberg Online Museum of Doodles.

Jim Rosenberg writes: Marty Rosenberg, my father, died on July 20, 2003 at the age of 81 after a long and happy life. He leaves behind his wife of 55 years, a daughter, two sons and six grandchildren (who helped in the doodle-naming). He also leaves behind this peek into his wonderful, much missed mind. The commentary may be imagined, but each and every doodle is very real. The best way to enjoy the museum is by clicking on Browse, and then using the right arrow to advance through all of the doodles. Enjoy now ... The Doodles of Marty Rosenberg!

What a lovely tribute to Mr. Rosenberg.

Do you doodle? Do you save them?