Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
The beaver was spotted Monday evening wandering around a residential neighbourhood, along a busy street, through a graveyard and golf course, all the while escorted by an N.W.T. Environment and Natural Resources officer.
Mike Keizer, a longtime resident in the town of 2,400 near the N.W.T.-Alberta border, said he hopped on his bicycle as soon as he heard there was a beaver on the loose.
"It looked huge. I always thought beavers would be smaller," Keizer told CBC News on Thursday.
"All the beavers I've ever seen have been in water, so you only ever see pieces of them; like, you don't get to see the whole beaver."
Another Fort Smith resident, Jason Mercredi, shot video footage of the beaver moving in a ditch and on a sidewalk along McDougal Street.
"There's a beaver holding up [the] main street," Mercredi says in the video, before asking his uncle if the animal would attack.
"He's pissed," Mercredi remarked.
Got agitated, flustered
The wayward animal, which Keizer estimated was the size of a dog, zigzagged across people's lawns and around their homes.
"Every time it got agitated or flustered, it would bang its tail on the ground. I mean, I was amazed at how fast it moved when it was agitated," he recalled.
Keizer said the beaver became especially agitated when it came nose-to-nose with somebody's German shepherd, with just a chain-link fence separating the two animals.
"It never backed down once. It grabbed the fence, it was hissing, and the dog was barking," Keizer said.
"When the ENR officer went to get it turned [around] so he'd get it away from town, he had a plywood sheet in front of him, and it rushed the sheet."
Keizer said he rode his bike ahead of the beaver, knocking on residents' doors and warning them to bring their dogs indoors "because there's a wild beaver walking through town, heading your way."
"While I was there, all kinds of people were driving up in their trucks and their cars and taking pictures," he said.
The beaver wandered about another kilometre or two before it headed towards the Slave River rapids and disappeared.
Keizer said in his 17 years living in Fort Smith, he has never seen a beaver — never mind a beaver so large — come into town.
Link to story and video here.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
It’s that time again, when our normally subservient and docile pussies rise up and take control of our lives for an hour and a bit. This week they’ll be struttin’ their stuff at the Aw Baw Taw office at Tung Yai; full details are:
Hares: (from) After Ours, Crackwurst, Ram It In, Only a Yolk, Meals on Wheels, Temporary Relief and associated doggies and lesser mortals (i.e the odd husband who may be at a loose end).
Misdirections: From the Ko Yo intersection take the old Hatyai road for 10k and turn left at the Nam Noi traffic lights for about 3.6k then right for about 500 meters to the run site on the left.
P.S. Apologies for the late posting but the blogger people have been doing maintenance to their site and there has been no access for the last 24 hours since the decision was reached on this week's run. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Scribe Report (Yes, remember them?!!)
Hare: Egghead (but he made the missus cook the curry before she went)
I have half an hour before going to meet Stick Insect at his local boozer and watch the football. So I thought I would reawaken an old tradition, after you’ve read it the cries will be ‘let it sleep!”
I turned into the run site and everyone clapped. Had I scored the winner against Real Madrid? Had they mistaken me for the beer wagon? No, they were just happy that someone else had showed up. With the outstation run drawing thousands we were down to a few. But, it’s not the quantity, it’s the quality. And did we shine!
Egghead called On On and we did a Carl Lewis impersonation into the rubber and directly into a black, black thunderstorm. The lightning raged, thunder roared. Rubber trees bent double, Egghead; like a man possessed, cried ‘the white whale’ and we charged on. Onto the road, check, rain was falling so fast I could only just keep in front of it, the check was broken by a Canuck Chopper Chappie and we rowed our way on, oh no! back check and on back to the road. I looked hopefully both ways for a taxi, but no chance. On On and Egghead had found a hill. In an area that made the Lincolnshire fens enticing to a Sherpa he found a hill, and up we went. He said it was only 220’, but anything over my head is a mountain. Just before the top we hit a check, I headed right, Bart’s son left and the hare advised ‘Greg don’t go that way’, and I learnt later it was because I would have hit the home trail but that’s just what I wanted! Stick Insect worried that City Tits would have drunk all the Chang if we didn’t get back soon. The check was broken, the rain eased and we found ourselves in a surreal, alien landscape. Giant boulders poking up through the earth, or were they alien life forms? Giant brains, quick sign them up for the hash; we need all the help we can get! On On!
A wonderful back check, found by Bart, where (now keep this to yourselves) the sight of the hare standing at the bottom of the hill gave us a hint and no one followed Bart’s enthusiastic cries of On On! It was a long check too, eventually ‘check back’ rang out from the hilltop.
The circle went for hours, charge after charge, gales of knee slapping mirth, more ice or perhaps we just had a few beers, a chat and a laugh. It’s strange, I was disappointed when I saw how small the pack was, but it was a great run, we stayed pretty much together throughout, though to be fair, I did have some assistance, and perhaps, just this once I can agree that the hare on the run can be useful, if only because it was so funny to hear Bart’s excited cries of On as he headed up the hill to the check back! Thanks to the hare!!
- To keep the length below 5 kilometers
- Not to go above 104 meters
- To keep the total ascent less than 150 meters
- To arrange a massive thunderstorm just as we set out on the run.