Coming from sub tropical countries, I am NO stranger to mosquitoes. Even mosquitoes that carry various exotic sounding diseases like Chikungunya (I had to Google the spelling). But let me tell y’all about these big ass birds they have out here in Wild Rose country!
These mosquitoes are LARGE! They are so big you can pick them up on camera. I took a picture last week when I went farming and sure enough you could see this giant ass mosquito who found the little strip of belly skin to feast on. They are also hella aggressive, like these buggers legit have you wanting to square up. Like Shiela and her six homies who are swarming around my head are about to get these hands.
The other day I stopped to take a picture of this gorgeous sunset and I made the mistake of hopping out of the car to get that perfect shot. BRUUUUUUHHHHHHH! I was not able to stand still! In few seconds they had all smelled fresh blood and had descended on my poor unprotected face and ankles en masse. Then the ambitious ones done even bother to get a piece of bare skin, they just bite you through your clothing. And I don’t know exactly how gusty the wind has to be to deter them, but they must be super mosquitoes, they are out here braving 20 mph wind just to eat you.
I was told that the swarms of mosquitoes get so large that they can blacken the horizon. Chile, please, let me go back to by Turks and Caicos with our small, polite mosquitoes who don’t believe in this gang violence.
Today was such an amazing day. We went to the McGillicudy Farmhouse to see the calves. They were so adorable! I’ve never touched a live cow before (cause ya know, beef is technically cow). I actually used to be pretty terrified of them, especially the large ones with horns. But take a look at me now! All touching and cuddling and picture taking. Like a boss!
There were three calves, I was told their names but I don’t remember so we’ll call them Winking, Blinking and Nod. Nod (the black one) has a selenium deficiency and as a result he has bowed legs or weakened front legs. I’m not sure. Kayce, their owner, was trying to explain it but I was distracted by how cute they all were. She also said that they may eventually get eaten. That’s the thing about farms, you eat everything they grow there. I couldn’t do it. When I did eat meat, I preferred that I never met my food when they were still being all adorable.
The farm was so gorgeous! The apple trees were in bloom and they smelled glorious. They were also swarming with bees, but ya know this has got to be documented. I’m kinda amazing to me because I’ve never seen an apple tree before, much less seen one in bloom. We don’t grow apple trees in the islands we have mangoes and guinep and whatnot.
Today, I went on a gopher hunt. I know what you’re asking the same thing I did, “Do people eat gophers?” Apparently the answer is no. They are hunted because they dig holes in farm land. There can be thousands of gopher holes in a large field. These holes are dangerous to farm animals like horses and cows, who can fall in and break their legs. I personally don’t believe in killing animals with blood for any reason other than food even though rastaman don’t eat no duppy (translation: I don’t eat meat).
I myself did not participate in the hunt, matter of fact I shed a few tears for the first kill of the day. Poor baby, his squeals will haunt my dreams at night. I hope he rests in eternal peace.
I must admit that I’d never seen a gopher before, I’ve only ever heard about them in pop culture. They are small rodent-like animals who resemble squirrels. However, a disturbing fact is that gophers engage in cannibalism; when you shoot a gopher, other gophers will come over and eat the dead one. Kinda disturbs the whole cuddly gopher idea that I had of them in my head. Like how are you gonna be small and furry and vicious all at once? Your boy just died, and you’re gonna go eat his head before his body is cold? Savage!
A dead gopher; Domi’s first kill
A live gopher eating a dead gopher
Today was both Domi and Devraj’s first kills. They were thrilled, I was disturbed. The hunt went on.
I had an amazing day today. I went to a cabin at Capt. Ayre Lake and it was a blast. I went with my sister and nephews and later we were joined by Wendi and Landyn. I couldn’t ask for a more enjoyable day. First we went to the park near the cabin. There was this little merry-go-round in the middle and of course we had to give it a spin. I hadn’t been on a merry-go-round since childhood. Let me tell you how I don’t recommend spinning around when you’ve recently had a few beers! However, I did manage to keep them down (pats self on the back).
Later, we went to the lake and I didn’t go swimming but I DID get my feet wet, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there was something akin to sand on the bottom and
not mud. Listen, It was FREEZING. I’m not even wading out in that water. It literally felt like an ice bath. I dunno, I personally think going into the lake to my ankles meets the requirements of swimming in a fresh body of water. Don’t debate me on this.
I had another first today, a wiener roast. Now I don’t eat wieners but I did help start the fire. I know how the cave men must have felt when they discovered fire for the first time. It’s exhilarating. I had my first s’more. Well a modified version with chocolate digestives, but same same. It had the same effect.
Today I tried poutine for the first time. To say it was ahh… interesting would be putting it quite mildly. Ok, for those of you who don’t know poutine is the national dish of Canada. I’m not sure if it’s the official national dish or what, but it is one of the dishes that foreigners can associate with Canada.
The dish consists of fries, covered in some gravy with something akin to cheese on top. It was wet and salty and wet and mushy. I don’t know that I will try it again. I was convinced to try it by my friend Kordero, he doesn’t live in Canada, has never lived in Canada and I don’t even know that he has tried poutine. But, there I was, at the local A&W eating weird Canadian dishes at the suggestion of a Bahamian who I doubt has tried said Canadian dish.
With that being said, my dearest Canada, you have brought us deliciousness such as maple everything, micro brewed beer and Maynard’s Sour Patch Kids. However, I’m gonna draw the line at poutine. It doesn’t look good and it’s tastes the same. Issa no for me.
While we are at it, I’m gonna go ahead and say no to those Ketchup flavored potato chips as well.
So my sorrows have taken me to the possibly the smallest town I’ve personally ever been too. Provost has a population of about 2000 people with all the small town charm that comes along with it. There are typically one of everything, one grocery store, one pharmacy, one hospital…
The picture above is a view of Downtown Provost. Many of the residents of Provost tend to live on farms away from the city center and drive into town to complete business or to go to school. There are two schools in Provost, one is Provost Public School and the other is St. Thomas Aquinas which is a catholic school. They both are all age schools.
This Chinese restaurant downtown is a bustling one. In the middle of nowhere Canada, the owners of this restaurant some of a few POCs in the area. While the place is not ethnically diverse, I have found its residents so far to possess the stereotypical Canadian “niceness”.
Drive for a few minutes past the city center and there you will begin to encounter farm land. Right now it’s planting season. With canola being the primary crop of choice for the farmers. Right now most of the terrain is flat and bare since the crop is just being planted.
There are also cows and horses. Dairy cows and what I learned are beef cows (which are pictured) above dot the road ways. I am always told through the long drives to keep my eyes open for wild life such as deer, moose, rabbits and coyotes (which the locals pronounce as coy-otes).
This is interesting and a vastly different way of life from small island living. I keep looking over the horizon for signs of the ocean, and I am told that Provost is about 2000 miles away from the ocean in each direction. However, many ponds and lakes dot the landscape. If the weather warms up, I do plan on swimming in a fresh body of water for the first time. When I say swim, I really mean wade out as far as my knees and complain the entire time. I’m an island girl who has lived in countries where the waters are crystal clear with sand at the bottom. I’ve been reluctant to venture into murky waters with mud bottoms. But atleast I don’t have to worry about the various sea creatures that can pose more danger than bass that have been placed in the waters for locals to then fish out later.
So the other day, on a whim, I bought a ticket to Canada. I’d been having a bit of a tough time with life and I desperately needed a break and a change of scenery. I’m writing this sitting in my sister’s kitchen, with nothing solved yet feeling more at peace.
Travel is so cathartic for me. When watching the ocean is no longer a strong enough prescription for my blues, travel is definitely just what the doctor ordered.
In the coming days, I’ll blog more about my trip to a tiny town in Alberta, Canada. This place where I am gonna spend a few weeks hopefully centering myself.