{"id":15717,"date":"2017-01-10T13:53:01","date_gmt":"2017-01-10T21:53:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mixhart.ca\/blog\/?p=15717"},"modified":"2017-01-11T08:55:40","modified_gmt":"2017-01-11T16:55:40","slug":"canadian-birds-build-igloos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.mixhart.ca\/index.php\/canadian-birds-build-igloos\/","title":{"rendered":"Canadian Birds Build Igloos"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Canadian Birds Build Igloos<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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You gather things to you like an old road.<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

that had been sleeping in your soul.<\/strong><\/span><\/em> \u00a0 -Pablo Neruda<\/p>\n

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I adore this passage from Pablo Neruda’s Love Poem XII <\/em>(translated by W. S.<\/em> Merwin).*<\/p>\n

It conjures up a deep understanding of how desperately we cling to our past.<\/strong> The picture of the abandoned, snow-filled nest visually imparts the same aesthetic message.<\/p>\n

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Canadian Birds Build Igloos<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I am thankful for the natural wonders on my doorstep, in particular, this adorable little bird’s nest that survived a huge dump of snow the other evening. It evolved from a nest into an igloo over night<\/strong>. It is a good thing its occupants are enjoying the southern most areas of the continent at the moment.<\/p>\n

The good news is that I can now wander a little further a field<\/strong>.\u00a0My boot cast is off and I am allowed to walk my dogs as long as I avoid hills (the incline on the way down is hard on the forefoot). This means I will be able to start exploring winter wilderness ASAP! This weekend I am planning a short snowshoe in the wilderness. No skiing, running and dance though (maybe for a year) \t\t\t<\/i>\n\t\t\t\t\n

Here’s to more wilderness adventures in 2017!<\/p>\n