UBC Women's Field Hockey magic

November 8, 2015, at the gold medal game of the Canadian Universities' Women's Field Hockey Championships at UVic.  Rowan played in goal for UBC.  Colin and Cole and I were there (thanks to Janet!).  With a few seconds to go, UVic led 2-1, but UBC got the ball into the UVic end and a penalty corner was called.  The clock was run to 0 time, the penalty play was allowed, and UBC scored!  Now tied 2-2, which meant shoot-outs.  Five players from each team, in one-on-one with the goalie, each in turn starting from the centre line, with 8 seconds to get the ball past the goalie and into the goal.  I could hardly watch.  Rowan was magnificent, saving three of the four UVic attempts.  UBC got three in and won the game!  No one could quite believe it.  Cole figures there were goblins.

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Here are a few of my photos (from a fair distance, in the dark).

Before the game ...

UBC on the left (in blue), UVic on the right

… and after!

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Rowan in action in a previous game (photo not by me).  UBC vs Guelph

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And go to "AP shutter" or "kevinlightphotography.wordpress.com/2015/11/09/uvic-vikes-thunderstruck-in-penalty-shots/" for some REAL photos.

Benner-Bandy hospitality

Five days before the Canadian Universities Women's FIeld Hockey tournament in Victoria, with Rowan in goal in her first major tournament, Janet found Colin a plane ticket (on points), Colin got the OK from his principal for three days off school (his first ever), and arrived in Vancouver on his birthday (birthday supper with his Vancouver family - also first ever)!  If he was going to Rowan's games, so was I! (again, thank you Janet!)  

Janet had also been in touch with her close school friend, Leah, to see if we could sleep at their Victoria home.  Yes.  Turns out they (Leah, Keith and daughters Kiera and Claire) had just moved, in July, from North Vancouver to Keith's family home in Gordon Head, Victoria (quite near UVic).  A fine time to have visitors!  Keith is still trying to get his two brothers to take away more of his parents' stuff, including the head of a bighorn sheep (a relic from his wildlife-biologist father's field-work days in the Ashnola).  When Colin and I arrived mid-Friday, we found Keith and one brother pouring over two ancient bird books, deep in a discussion about the difference between blue grouse and ruffed grouse (or maybe willow grouse?)  A family pastime.  A warm welcome from them all, and a wonderful stay, interspersed with Rowan's games! 

Patrick, a 3-month-old Nova Scotia Duck Toller, had recently been added to the family as an inducement to the girls to leave their North Van home.  It's clearly worked.  The girls are settled and happy in their "new" home and Patrick is a delight.  A cross between a cat and a fox, Colin says  - but with the temperament of a "stuffy".  Keith had that day discovered a raw-petfood store.  Here, Patrick has been given a whole frozen herring and is making short work of it.

Here he is cuddled by at least three members of the family.

Doco joined us on Saturday night for Rowan's Sunday-final game, after staying in Vancouver to see Thomson's BC cross country race, through ankle-deep mud, in sheeting rain at Jericho (Thomson came 7th; his good friend Kieran won.  Bravo, Thomson!).
Here we all are in the Bandy's large garden, full of interesting trees and plants.  Keith figures what he most wants to do now is garden.  There's lots to work with!

Thank you Leah and Keith!  Now it's Janet's turn to visit.

Thomson cross-country bronze!

The Vancouver high school cross-country finals were at Fraserview Golf Course today - two times round the course.  Five runners had been vying for top spots through the season - well in front of "the pack" - and it promised to be a tight race.  Doco and I made it back from New Denver last night to be there.

Ready for the start.  The Kits group, plus Kieran (Lord Byng) tying his shoe.
Left to right: Sepand, Liam, Alexander, Matthew, Julian, Sam, Thomson, Brodie (Jules Verne), Kieran.

At the first bend.  Thomson in the lead for a slow first lap.  It got too dark for my camera on the second lap, but Doco says it was much faster.  The four broke away and by the time they passed me, 100 metres from the end, Kieran led by maybe 10 metres, Simeo (Jules Verne) and Thomson a tight second/third, Thomas (Point Grey) fourth and Brodie fifth.

First and third.  Kieran and Thomson are good friends and long-term rivals in Vancouver  cross-country.  Kieran is "a runner".  Two years ago, Kieran was out with leg-growth problems and Thomson had the field.  Last year Thomson was in Oxford and the races were Kieran's.  This year Thomson is back and Kieran is in form (as a serious runner and cross-country skier) and the two are enjoying challenging each other.  Thomson says, "It was FUN!"

Now, on to the next race - the BC Cross-country meet at Jericho in 10 days.  Here, planning strategy with Ann Hayes, Thomson's Kitsilano School running coach, now retired but still very involved and interested.  She insists that what he needs for the next week is REST.  Hard to do with Canadian Junior Field Hockey training sessions and Vancouver Hawks games scheduled for the weekend.  Ah well.

Chris's chicks - 2015 crop

So, for those of you who watched in vain for chicks to hatch, here is what happened.  Mama #1 (of 2014 fame), who sat on a dozen-or-so eggs for weeks in August, produced no chicks.  But, mama #2 hatched four, now six weeks old, all happily rooting around in Chris's vegetable garden.  They were especially happy when I was pruning raspberries - and finding a few of the fall crop to offer them.  Here, three are with mama, pecking Russian kale seeds, and the fourth is off on her own foodly exploration (back end only in the photo).  Chris is pleased.  He rescued one of the hatchlings from its shell.  He thought it might not survive and now can't tell which one it is.

a start to re-planting our forest

A symbolic start at any rate.  Thanksgiving Day, 2015.  The family (Douglas, Thomson, Molly, Ellen, Meo, Doco, plus Chris and Julia) walked up the field to the creek and grove behind "Aunt Heather's tree".  There we found tamarack, Douglas fir, birch, and cedar cones and seeds.  We climbed up the logging haul-line to "Sandy's flat".  Thinking that the flat might one day be a field, we planted our seeds on the ridge to the lake side.  Wonderful elk-dropping fertilizer.  Likely a symbolic planting because, as Julia says, the time to gather evergreen seeds from cones is in September.  So the ones we gathered are likely dried up and "dead", but still …

Earlier, in August, before we had any hope that the forest would be "our" land, Lily (with Rachel, Ing-Marie and me) planted about nine acorns that Lily had brought from Quebec, at intervals along the clear-cut from above the clay house to the cedar swamp.  Also symbolic, I expect, but a start.  Next year ...

Thanksgiving doings 2015

Assorted photos from a lovely New Denver Thanksgiving with Douglas, Molly, Ellen, Thomson, Doco, Meo (photos found in Meo's draft collection in Oct 2016!)

the great delight of fall burning (Molly and Douglas) ...

… more pyromaniacs at work (Thomson and Doco)

Douglas at work in the 100-year-old apple ...

… the pruned apple and the immortal (I hope) tamarack

Ellen, with Doco,  harvesting Doco's large orange mystery squash ...

… with Mick, digging potatoes ...

… and scrubbing Mick-and-Ruth beets

a large 'art piece' rolled up from the old ranch road (to keep it from rolling down!)

new sleeping quarters appearing in the hay barn ...

… and just a lovely view

"Not For Sale Beyond This Point"

In early July a huge "FOR SALE" sign went up at the foot of Harris Road - 240 acres of the Bosun Ranch … Not us!!!!

That day, Doco and I were about to head off for a day's exploration with our ten Unitarian friends, but I thought "Oh, oh.  We'll have everybody and his dog coming to see our end of the ranch.  We need to put up a sign.  How about "Not for sale beyond this point"?  To put at the start of our chunk of the ranch."  So Doco quickly penned a sign, stuck it by the road, and it did its job all summer.  By Thanksgiving it looked a bit weathered and sad, so Molly took it in hand.  It is now back in its spot, still doing its job, but as a work of art!

So there!