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Sunday, October 17, 2021
The Mill Race Trail is beautiful at any time of year, but in the fall, bedecked with leaves, it is perhaps at its most charming.
They repay you with joy at every step along the way.
It would be an odd day when chickadees and nuthatches were not spotted along the Mill Race, and the third "reliable" would be Downy Woodpecker (Dryobates pubescens).
In recent years Red-bellied Woodpecker (Melanerpes carolinensis) has become almost as predictable as a downy.
I am quite sure that we notice this tree on every visit to the Mill Race, wondering when the next fierce wind will bring it down.
Eastern Chipmunks (Tamias striatus), the darlings of the rodent world, were scurrying everywhere, busily gathering winter storage, and chattering to every human interloper who passed by.
Canada Geese (Branta canadensis) and a Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) were content to share the resources of the Conestogo River, both probing for their food of choice, without competition.
There is little quite as peaceful as Mallards (Anas paltyrynchos) outside the frenzy of spring courtship, a time when raging hormones dictate aggressive behaviour. Fall is the time of easy living and relaxation and togetherness is the order of the day.
The presence of several Ruby-crowned Kinglets (Regulus calendula) was highlighted by one especially cooperative individual who, contrary to all kinglet protocols, permitted portraits to be taken!
Fungi, as a general rule, do not attract a great deal of attention, but on this walk several discussions were held as we observed different types, so it was fitting that our outing ended with a fine stand of Velvet Foot (Tapinella atrotomentosa).
Thank you Karl, Pauline, Andrew and Adrienne. What engaging companions you were on a balmy October morning.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
In life one has friends and acquaintances, people who pass through with more or less impact, sometimes hardly at all, and then one is fortunate to have to have true, true friends, who can be counted on, who entertain, who delight, to whom one is irresistibly drawn.
Margaret Lewis-Macdonald is such a person.
She recently celebrated her eightieth birthday, and such an auspicious event could not be allowed to pass without celebration, even under the dire circumstances imposed by COVID-19.
The whole event was organized outside by her stalwart husband, Graham, and went off without a hitch.
As you may note, Marg took it all very seriously.
She had insisted that she wanted no sappy cards and that all greetings should be humorous or naughty! That describes Marg down to a tee!
As it happened, other friends had birthdays at the same time, so it was a joint celebration for three birthday beauties.
Before going any further, permit me to show you a couple of pictures of Heather as a baby, and note the stunning resemblance to Lily. It could be the same person! Down to the hair almost!
We were joined on our walk this week by Shane, Lily's daddy, having recently shaved his beard and looking like an erstwhile Tom Selleck!
I am utterly convinced that as we continue these nature walks with Lily she will start to absorb the smells, sights and sounds around her, and that her character will be formed in part by these early encounters with nature.
A girl has to have a sleep now and then.
So that she can wake up lively and ready to look around.
And what is life all about if you can't blow bubbles?
On other fronts, we have a robust population of juvenile Barn Swallows (Hirundo rustica) at SpruceHaven. Many of them are content to perch on a wire and wait for devoted parents to zoom by, stuffing food in their mouths on the way past.
I mentioned in an earlier post that Northern Flickers (Colaptes auratus) appear to have had a successful breeding season, and this recently independent bird was seen at Forwell Park.
We pass through a tunnel on our way from Forwell Park to Hillside Park, and it is unfortunate that some of our less enlightened citizens cannot resist defacing the walls with their graffiti. Wouldn't it be wonderful if one of them could, even once, come up with something creative?
The view above is looking back and I have spared you the pathetic nature of their crude daubing. You will be happy to know, however, that they can spell at least one word correctly, and it has four letters.
If this American Crow (Corvus brachrynchos) perched high above considered himself superior he was right.
If I am not mistaken, this insect is a Common Eastern Bumblebee (Bombus impatiens) and it was fascinating to watch as it got right into the corolla of the flower on which it was feeding.
On a visit to SpruceHaven with the Morgans, Alan took these two wonderful shots.
Killdeer (Charadrius vociferus) were present, but not in the numbers one would normally expect at this time of the year.
Many young Red-winged Blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus) were enjoying (or not) their first flush of freedom from the nest.
Eastern Kingbirds (Tyrannus tyrannus) were no less common.
As you can see, COVID-19 has not really slowed us down one bit!
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