Gone

No photos, just a goodbye Quebec piece.

Stress and moving are a well-known phenomenon, add moving during migration to the mix and the stress factor is increased, especially when prepping for the move has already seen you miss a Western Sandpiper on your (ex) local patch. No more ramblings about the pits birds, my time in Quebec is done and I’m writing this from the well-appointed McDonald’s just by the causeway from Barrington Passage to Cape Sable Island, Nova Scotia, we’ve moved.

The trip was arduous, dangerous even but is done. We’re in our new place and busy cleaning up four years-worth of dead insects and spider webs. Cleanliness is next to godliness, so it is said, but the church we bought the house from seem to have had had that page removed from their bible, which is just a collection of mix-and-match fiction after all! We spent hours cleaning our old house and still wished for more time to do the outside, lest the new owner think we were ‘scruffy’, still, we will make this our own, we have a feeder up already and a yard list pushing 25!

So, Quebec with your magnificent landscapes, friendly people whatever language is spoken and, frankly, baffling politics, we’ll miss some of those things. The politics, well it is too complicated for a simple birder to discuss, not my business anyway. The people, we made friends and we’ll miss them but our door is always open. The birders, even more complicated than the politics and while I could comment on the birders with some authority, I won’t because again, not my business.

I’d like to thank all of the Francophones I met, whether birding or otherwise who spoke English with me. Many were braver than I when it came to trying to speak anything other than a Mother tongue, my French still sucks as they say, although it is somewhat better than the ten French words I arrived with, courtesy of a comprehensive education in England. While Chaussé deformé may well have proved very useful in Quebec, perhaps the Quebecoise French version better describes the province’s broken roads.

Not so long ago a goodbye was more permanent, before the web and instant access to the thoughts and deeds of individuals that you might not otherwise keep up with. This blog will remain until the web gets busted and the next thing takes over, it will happen eventually and hopefully without advertising and dollars getting in the way. I am out there with my new blog and I’ll continue to be just as active. I don’t know whether I’ll get more or less photo ops, I don’t know whether I’ll see more species and I don’t know whether I’ll even enjoy living on Nova Scotia yet, that is the point of new adventures, so, if you’ve enjoyed (sometimes) reading the 600-odd posts on here, save https://capesablebirding.wordpress.com/ somewhere and drop by now and then to see what is happening.

And finally, because there is always an ‘and finally’, thanks to everyone who has encouraged and supported my writing, has offered information and advice and who have become an integral part of this blog with their comments. Enough schmaltz already, bye then!