Signs in the sky
Nov. 5th, 2020 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cincinnatus_c
So I woke up yesterday morning, sat up, looked out the window, and I shit you not, across the lake, above the northeastern shore, I saw a line, flying north to south, of seven trumpeter swans.
The last time I saw seven trumpeter swans at Wollaston Lake was the first Tuesday after November 1 (how completely I'd forgotten that 1-in-7 caveat) of November, 2016.
OK, I do not know for an absolute fact that the huge white birds I saw yesterday were trumpeter swans; they were too far away to ID visually, and I couldn't hear them because I was inside and they were across the lake. They could've been mute swans. Maybe they were snow geese. Either way.
Of course, in Canada, we watch this, and we're like, we get this all pretty much done within half an hour of the polls closing, with nothing but pencils and paper and telephones--what is wrong with you people down there? But then I think how, having been a poll worker myself in the last federal election, having seen how that operates, uh ... the quickness and easiness of our electoral process appears to rest on a foundation of faith in the good will and integrity of an army of basically unvetted workers which, in the US, would be absolutely laughable. But I dunno, maybe it actually rests on that there, too, and it really is so incredibly much slower and more cumbersome down there for no good reason at all.
Anyway, the long winter of the last week is over, spring has sprung, and it's about time to head back to the cottage for:
--the "let me tell you what it took to get back here for this!" edition.
On the Democrat's-chance-in-Wyoming that anyone reading this isn't already familiar,the_siobhan's How to NaDruWriNi is here.
See you there!
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Currently under my porch: 15.3. Currently at Belmont Lake: 15.3.
The last time I saw seven trumpeter swans at Wollaston Lake was the first Tuesday after November 1 (how completely I'd forgotten that 1-in-7 caveat) of November, 2016.
OK, I do not know for an absolute fact that the huge white birds I saw yesterday were trumpeter swans; they were too far away to ID visually, and I couldn't hear them because I was inside and they were across the lake. They could've been mute swans. Maybe they were snow geese. Either way.
Of course, in Canada, we watch this, and we're like, we get this all pretty much done within half an hour of the polls closing, with nothing but pencils and paper and telephones--what is wrong with you people down there? But then I think how, having been a poll worker myself in the last federal election, having seen how that operates, uh ... the quickness and easiness of our electoral process appears to rest on a foundation of faith in the good will and integrity of an army of basically unvetted workers which, in the US, would be absolutely laughable. But I dunno, maybe it actually rests on that there, too, and it really is so incredibly much slower and more cumbersome down there for no good reason at all.
Anyway, the long winter of the last week is over, spring has sprung, and it's about time to head back to the cottage for:
--the "let me tell you what it took to get back here for this!" edition.
On the Democrat's-chance-in-Wyoming that anyone reading this isn't already familiar,
the_siobhan's How to NaDruWriNi is here.See you there!
--
Currently under my porch: 15.3. Currently at Belmont Lake: 15.3.
