Nature and Birds in Southern Ontario, Canada
Oh beautiful blanketing snow, that coats the trees and leaves everything white!
I see you as a farewell postcard from winter and I know that you will quickly melt away; as the sun is stronger now and the frogs are singing in the woods and the robins, that went away, have returned.
Hoping for peace today.
I was driving down the 406, in my big yellow school bus, after my morning run; when I saw the big birds.
There were two at the top of the tree, off of the highway. One flew off and I noted its huge wing span. I thought it was a turkey vulture.
I turned to the left and saw its partner on the tree; regally perched on the top; and then I noticed its beautiful and majestic white head and large beak.
Oops , sorry bald eagles! I thought you were turkey vultures!
I recently received a postcard from Spring; I could almost feel her presence.
She said she missed me and she would be back soon.
Two beautiful swans were gliding over the surface of a half-frozen lake.
Who says winter can’t be beautiful.
The snow moans and groans and complains when you walk on it.
My favourite kind of art, that really touches my heart, is bird feet in the snow.
As we drove along in the school bus, beside the snow-covered fields, just before dawn; I was delighted to see a beautiful fox, bounding across the snow.
I pointed him out to the children, who were thrilled to see a fox for the first time.
It gave me great hope for the future; that children were still more excited to see a beautiful wild animal, than anything on social media.
It was a frigid Canadian morning, as I walked from the park along the Welland River to the bakery.
All of a sudden, I heard the familiar twittering of a robin. I looked to find him in a tree with shriveled-up crabapples, hoping to find lunch.
On my return walk; after purchasing strudel and a walnut roll; I saw a whole flock of them flying from one tree to the next.
December was so mild; but I bet they are regretting their decision to stay now. I don’t think it is an early return, as it surely doesn’t feel like spring.
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