There is not much in Vivian. Here is the view from the main intersection:

There is a Baptist Church,

a boarded up home:

and this abandoned building which, perhaps, is on old hotel:

In the corn field, right across the highway, I spotted a Wild Turkey:

The Turkey spotted me at the same moment and decided to climb up to the highway and cross:

The bird stood still and waited as a truck approached and passed:

Turkeys don’t fly too often but this one decided to make haste:

Once on the other side, she calmly walked out of sight:

Next I drove on a few side roads

until I came upon this pond.

During a short walk I photographed these:

Nearby were these birds:

My next stop was the York Regional Forest which has been reopened:

Spring has progressed very little since I was here two and a half weeks ago:

I did have the pleasure of watching this Red Squirrel eat lunch:

NATURE POETRY

Again the blackbirds sing; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.     – John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92)

Miles Hearn