On this sunny afternoon, I was expecting to find some Red-winged Blackbirds and Song Sparrows. None. I guess that the Redwings are all at my feeder.

The only bird that I had as i walked on the muddy trails south of the Leaside Bridge was a Hairy Woodpecker.

My grandfather once told me that if I were to wear a suit made of tree bark, a woodpecker would eventually land on me. This female was so close that I could have touched it.

Views by the Don:

Some botany:

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Hello, Thought you might be interested in this exploration of ancient Lake Iroquois shoreline from east to west. Many a walk you know and maybe many new ones too.

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NATURE POETRY

The brown buds thicken on the trees,
Unbound, the free streams sing,
As March leads forth across the leas
The wild and windy spring.                             – Elizabeth Akers Allen (1832–1911)

Miles Hearn