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