A few days each year, the Don Valley Parkway closes for maintenance or for a race. It reminds me of what it would be like if a great river dried up now and then. Of course it doesn’t become truly silent as there is a constant stream of vehicles on their way to performing various tasks.
Today I prowled about and had a look at both the highway and some of the surrounding nature.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
This is clearly a chick. A Baltimore Oriole chick.
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Why aint’ it always summer ?
I could sleep late
And stay up till midnight catching dew worms for bait
Now i’d be combed and curried
And worry again
Who wants to put their shoes on
Not me my friend! – from the Musical Anne of Green Gables