When we first moved to Mexico almost a year ago, we didn’t take a lot of time looking around Querétaro before choosing to settle in a privada located in the Sonterra Fraccionamiento, located on the west side of the city.
For the first while, we were thinking we’d made a mistake in taking up residence so far from the city. The drive to get to any significant shops was about 20 minutes, which seemed like a long time. In Calgary, we were just five minutes from major grocery stores and malls. In Sonterra, there are a few small restaurants, a produce store, general store and a bakery (and an OXXO, of course), but not much in the way of large-scale shopping.
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With our daily life in Querétaro now pretty much dialed in, I find that I am once again finding myself face-to-face with my old nemesis: Routine.
For most people, routine is just a part of daily life. Many people value routine to keep them focused and productive. I personally avoid it at all costs. Routine and I have never been on friendly terms. In fact, I will often go out of my way to avoid repetitively doing the same thing over and over again. As you can imagine, this makes may parts of life difficult. Let’s face it: There are a lot of things in our regular daily lives that require sticking to a routine.
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I’ve always loved birds. Although, to clarify, I should say that I have always loved the LOOK of wild birds. Captive birds, however stunning in plumage, have never been of much interest to me. Oddly, I have also never really been drawn to the hobby of bird watching itself.
Over the last few days, however, I think this is starting to change.
While taking a couple of weeks to relax and visit family on southern Vancouver Island (in preparation for our major move from Canada to Mexico), I was overcome by the sheer volume of song birds in the region. On my walks through the trails among the tall timber, without much effort, I spotted several species I had never seen before. I heard bird calls I had never noticed in the past.
How was this possible? I had been raised in a small seaside town on the west coast where there must have been an abundance of songbirds of every variety. How could it be that I was only now began to notice such things? Continue reading “Morning Song – Vancouver Island’s Feathered Wake-up Call”