The Hamilton Spectator carries an article in its on-line edition today that says there is now a Bald Eagle nest at Princess Point. Wow. Fabulous news. They don't know if the birds are actually planning on laying eggs or if they are just "playing house" but, either way, it's an amazing sign.

Princess Point was one of Mom's favourite places to walk and see the birds. I don't think either of us ever dreamt we'd see Bald Eagles there. It took a whale-watching adventure on the Bay of Fundy last summer to allow me to see my first Bald Eagle and now I find out that there's a nest back in the old stomping grounds. So amazing. And then, of course, the Peregrine Falcons are back at it at the Hamilton Sheraton Hotel, this time with four eggs in the nest.

How is that a Steel City, an industrial town, can become home to such amazing bird activity?

So naturally I read the article on-line today about the Eagles and I think, neat, I should call Mom and make sure she's seen this. And then, of course, it hits me again that she won't be there to answer. A harsh reality in the shadow of Mother's Day, just four weeks after Mom drew her last breath.

Meanwhile, back in NB, the rain continues unabated: good news for the sod I moved and replanted, not so good for my wish to get back to the garden. My finger is healing, however, and I've decided to postpone beginning the grad program so life is improving somewhat. Work on Phillip Gold is still going on but only inside the chambers of my brain so far.

I know I'll get back to it but I seem still to be dealing with stuff. My sister reports she spends most of her evenings slumped in front of the TV knitting a blanket so I guess I'm not alone in my sluggishness.

Doesn't make for the most exciting web reading, though, does it?