Visitors from Texas

Tuesday I got visitors from Texas. 

Fellow "boondockers" we visited while being down there in January. Valinda, Gary and Meggie. They were accompanied by Fred, a handsome Shar-Pei-Labrador.

Fred, in their driveway, when we left their place in January.

 They parked their camper here for the night.

"Nice to see you again, Molly!"

They are great pals. He loves Molly and she likes him too. They even shared their bones to chew on.

It was great to have them all around for company.

We toured the Island, and visited the Roosevelt Cottage;  

went rock-hunting on the beach, shopped for souvenirs and tasted a local fish supper,

  while the dogs waited patiently at home.

Molly and Fred waiting behind the storm-door.

All in all they concluded: it had a great time!

It was sad seeing them leave today, but there plan to visit other places in Canada before they will return back to Texas. 

They promised they would come back, and was treated with a whole heap of Mint-Melts to sweeten the "farewell." :))

You are welcome anytime! 

Lunch at the Fireside Restaurant

We were one and a half couple that celebrated their anniversaries and we decided to do that at the brand new addition to the FDR Park 

The Fireside Restaurant

With a fantastic view over the Friar Straits towards Eastport, ME
the restaurant is located in the former Adam's Lodge, also known as the former "Lupine Lodge".

We had made reservation for a window seating - that was worth while,
because there are only two tables with this view.

That was the view from "our table"

Medium price range, good food and excellent service.

 My choice: Tomato bisque and a Lobster wrap

For dessert: New York cheese cake with chocolate sauce.
I was just so sorry that my dear hubby couldn't join us.

This is definitely a very good addition to the attractions on Campobello Island.

This is the day

Or better: this is the date when we arrived in Calgary, Alberta as immigrants in Canada 12 years ago.
On the same day in May we celebrated our 15th anniversary.

We left Norway with only a "small" box and a few suitcases.

Checking in for Canada

Our first dining room was a set of patio furniture.

In June the we went on our first camping trip through the Rocky Mountains .

There met the first black bear

on our way to Peyto Lake.

Peyto Lake, Banff, Alberta, Canada

Of course we went to the world famous Lake Louise.

at Lake Louise, Banff, Alberta, Canada

We went all the way across the mountains to Vancouver, BC where we picked up our "box".

When we finally got hold of our possessions we felt like "Welcome to Canada".

A year later we got sweet little Molly.

We since have enjoyed this continent very much and travelled it extensively for the last 8 winters.

Mountains, Deserts or the Beaches. It is beautiful everywhere!

Happy double anniversary!

Valley of the Palms, AZ

Yoshua Tree Natl.Park., CA

West Quoddy Lighthouse, Lubec, ME

Hummingbird rescue action

Monday I visited friends that live nearby.

When I left their house I discovered a hummingbird on the ground near my van. First I thought it was dead, but when I picked it up it was warm and stirred a little.
My friend took it in her hands and decided to take it in and see if she
was o.k.

Now I know: it is not right to keep wild animals in your home, one should contact the wildlife rescue unit. But, we know from experience that no one will come out from mainland Canada to this Island just for a hummingbird. They would tell you: put it outside and let nature go its course.

Well, the story continues like this:
My friend Rogette made a sugar solution, filled a syringe and fed the bird every 30 minutes! And it drank and drank and had bowl movements, and drank more.

By 9:30 PM Rogette called and asked me:

"What now? The hummingbird is still alive.
Its dull feathers have got a nice green shine again.
I think, it is doing way better. The main question now is:

How do I get the bird through the night?"

I went and found online and read that in order to survive the hours without food the birds go into a kind of hibernation mode. That way they live of their tiny body fat reserves until the next morning gives them a new opportunity to feed again. But it also was stressed that they cannot live of sugar water alone for more than 24 hours. They need other food too (insects and such).

Rogette decided to give the bird a chance but she didn't want to sit up all night with the bird on her lap.

I remembered having a discarded budgie cage in the garage and offered to bring it over to her house.

While dropping the cage off I took these photos:

The bird was calmly sitting in a towel and feeding now and than. It made no attempt to fly at all when uncovered.

This morning I was waiting for the dreaded call. 

Did the bird make it through the night?

She DID!

Sorry, I wasn't there to take photos of that, but

R. put the bird into the cage for the night and sat a feeder right aside of  her. Than she covered it all with a blanket.

When she lifted the blanket in the morning the bird was calmly perched on a ring dangling from the top of the cage. The water level in the feeder suggested that she had herself a breakfast already.

R. carried the feeder out on the porch and took the roof off.
It was 7:30 AM in the morning.

Out the bird went: ZOOOOOOM!

Rescue mission completed!

Thank you Rogette, for saving a tiny life!