Out of My Rear Window 10-30-11

The Box Elder tree has now lost almost all of its leaves, and the other trees won't be far behind.  Next will be the Linden, and then the Maples.  Soon snow will cover the ground.  But, not yet, because we missed the great NorEaster that pounded the East Coast yesterday, thank goodness.

There's not much activity at the feeders today.  Only the squirrels are out and feeding.

But, last night, the Gentlemen's Club was present and accounted for.

Today is cold and bright.  I've a lot of inside chores to catch up on but, if the cats are any indication, it's going to end up being a lazy kind of Sunday.

That is, of course, if I can manage to get any heat in the living room.  As you can see, the fancy new cat bed works, but the wrong cat has taken it over as her own, leaving Becky the Register Hog in her usual position, smack on the register.  This, in spite of the fact that I have those nice warm heated cat pads all over the house.

Sigh.

Here's hoping that every one of you have a very happy and peaceful Sunday.

VOTE!!!!

 

I put my money where my mouth was.  A while back I said that we all needed to get more involved in the politics of this country,  and try to convince the politicians of this country that we were tired of the "Political party  and me first"  attitude of most of the politicians out there.  

So, I went out and found a candidate who believed the same thing, and I have been supporting him this year in our local elections.  It's been quite an education.  And, today, I got one of the most discouraging lessons that I could have imagined.  I'm checking to make sure, but this is what happened.

We did a literature drop in my candidate's district this morning.  We had a list of all of the registered voters, Democrat, Republican, Independent and Blank, in the district and we each took a specific area, and were supposed to hit all of the homes of these voters.  What absolutely destroyed me was that, while doing this drop, I found that I was only hitting about 20% of the houses on my assigned streets.  What the heck?  I really hope that these county rolls are wrong, because I find it so very hard to believe that only 20% of the voters in my area are even bothering to register to vote.

I happen to believe that we should work for change within the system, but, how can we, when there are so few of us who even care enough to participate?  It's too late for this year, but, please, register to vote for next year's election, and work hard to convince everyone you know to register, also.  I don't care how you vote, but, we, the 99%, have to express our opinion, and voting is the very best way to do that.

Update - I emailed my candidate and asked if this was, indeed, all of the registered voters and the answer I got back was somewhat heartening.  The houses that we were dropping literature off at represented those who "sometimes" voted in off-year elections.  Those who voted every year were not included, because they vote anyways.  Still, he also told me that in off-year elections, only about 30% of the registered voters show up at the polls.  

It's at the grass roots level that we can have the most effect.  So, remember to look at your candidates and be sure to get out and vote this year for the candidate who best represents your beliefs. 

Do I Really Need Words?

You have to see the incomparable beauty of the Great Smokies to really appreciate it, but I hope that my pictures give you some idea.

Lovely Trails

Almost impossibly clean mountain streams.

A lovely lake surrounded by mountains that take your breath away.

We're so lucky, here in the US, that generations before us have made the effort to preserve the natural wonders that exist in this vast and varied country of ours.  I hope that we, and the generations that follow us, remember that this pristine beauty is part of us, and who we are.

Fontana Dam

The Great Smoky Mountains aren't only the site of great natural beauty, but, also, the site of the tallest dam east of the Rocky Mountains, the Fontana Dam.  The dam was built in the early 1940's, in response to the need of the United States for increased electrical power to run all of the manufacturing plants producing war material.  Today, it's run by the TVA, the Tennessee Valley Authority.  Here is a site where you can learn more about it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fontana_Dam

We visited it on a bright, sunny day.  It is magnificent, and beautiful in its grandeur.

Below the dam, the Little Tennessee River meanders.  There is a lovely trail that winds beside it.  Unfortunately, we didn't have a chance to walk that trail, because that hike was scheduled on the one day during our stay that it poured rain.

Above the dam, the calm waters of Fontana Lake spread for miles.

I wanted to do the Fontana Dam segment first because it explains why, in so many of my pictures, you will see that there is a band of bare earth between the water and the forest.  This band is there because the water behind the dam is, at this time, being "drawn down."  This means that water is being released into the river faster than the lake is filling, generating electricity as it is released.  This is done every Fall.  It serves a dual purpose.  It serves to help insure an even flow of electricity, when the rivers further downstream are low in the late Summer and Fall.  And, it empties the lake, so that in the late Winter and early Spring, when this area gets much of what is the highest amount of rain anywhere in the United States except for the Northwest Pacific Coast, the lake has room to fill and help prevent the horrible flooding that occurred in this region before the dam was built.

When we were there, the water still had to go down at least as much as it has already been drawn down.

We stayed in the Fontana Village Resort.  Why I didn't take any pictures of the resort is beyond me.  Maybe because we were hardly ever there.  But, it was a lovely place, with wonderful cabins complete with a fully equipped kitchen, all spotlessly clean.  Here is a slide show of the cabins.  I have no idea how I got this show to happen, but these aren't my pictures, and were taken from the Fontana Village Resort web site. http://www.fontanavillage.com/

You can see, we weren't exactly roughing it.

Fontana Village Resort has an interesting history.  It was originally the site of a much more primative village, where many of the workers who built Fontana Dam lived.  If you look at this link, on the building of Fontana Dam, you'll see a couple of shots of what the original Fontana Village looked like.
http://www.currentsofchange.net/lessons/lesson_photo.php?cat_id=33&section_id=1&lesson_id=2

So, that is Fontana Dam and the place where we stayed.  I'll do another blog posting on the natural beauty of the Great Smoky Mountains.

Out of My Rear Window 10-23-11

Happy Sunday!  I'm back, and ready to go, again.  Part of the reason that I was gone for so long was that I was on vacation.  I went to visit the Great Smoky Mountains in North Carolina, for the very first time.  I had an absolutely wonderful time, and will share the story in at least one blog posting to come.  I just got back yesterday, and have a ton of pictures to go through.

The feeders are booming.  There are a ton of squirrels visiting, more than I have seen at one time since Spring.  This picture isn't so great.  I had to, as a matter of fact, retake the Rear Window picture at a later time because of the glare.  But, I count eight squirrels there.

The chipmunks are still around, and still actively gathering corn and sunflower seeds.  The pictures I took of them are, however, just not publishable.  And, I am suddenly inundated with Mourning Doves.  I don't know if they migrate, but, if they do, that may be the reason that I have so many around.

And, here, just as a teaser, is one of the pictures I took in the Great Smokies. 

I'm looking forward to catching up on all of your blogs.  It'll probably take me a couple of days to do so, so bear with me.  I have missed you all.

I'll be Back

In a couple of weeks.  No big traumatic thing going on, just getting piled on with "stuff."  I'll miss you, and will try to catch your blogs as I can.

Turkey Trot

I've been meaning to take my camera out when I feed in the morning, to try and catch Mr. Tom's antics.  He's getting pretty bold, even though I try to chase him every time I am out there, just so he isn't too easy a target for any poachers who happen to hunt back in the woods.  He's a very strange bird.

So, I Bought Becky This New Bed

It's called a Kuranda bed, and I bought it because it's up on legs.  You see, Becky has this bad habit of sleeping, when it's cold, directly on the register.  That's good for her, but not so good for my heating bill, because it takes the furnace much longer to keep the room heated.  I figured that I'd put the new bed directly over the register.  That way, Becky could get heat from it, and there would still be room for the heat to disperse throughout the room.

She didn't seem to understand the concept, at first.

But, Rachael said "No, you silly little thing, THIS is how you do it."

Becky is many things, but, dumb is not one of them.  "Ohhhhh," she said, "Now I get it.  Very comfortable."

Let's just hope she keeps on thinking that.

Out of My Rear Window 10-2-11

It's a dull and dreary day, so dark and rainy that I couldn't even get my camera to come into focus.  This is the third day like this in a row and my mood is beginning to reflect it.  It's going to be another good day for napping, I think.

No one is stirring outside, so I thought I'd post a couple of pictures I took a couple of days ago.  Here are two very handsome gentlemen, dining together.

Have a happy and peaceful Sunday.

"Small Victory" by Garnet Rogers

Today, on my facebook feed, there was a song posted by Garnet Rogers, a Canadian singer who should be better known than he is.  It was beautiful, and it made me want to hear my very favorite of his songs "Small Victory" again.  This song is a true story about how Garnet, and his wife, Gail, rescued a mare from a low end auction.  As he says in the beginning of the clip, it's about pure motivations, those things that we do for no other reason than good.  This mare lived out her life with them, and sleeps forever on their property.  She rewarded their love with her son, a Thoroughbred colt named "A Fine Romance."  This horse, nicknamed "Fred" has gone on to become one of the leading Sporthorse sires in Canada and the US.  He has been approved by a couple of Warmblood registries, and his worth is beginning to be recognized there, too.  I know that most of you don't follow the horses, like I do, but, I think you'll love the song, the story and the singer.

Here's a picture of "Fred."