The Common Terns of Long Point Provincial Park

We were in Lake Erie; off the beautiful beach in Long Point Provincial Park; in the precious and unique biosphere of the Long Point sandspit; recognized by UNESCO; enjoying the water and the waves.

I looked up over the lake to see a group of birds, crying and dipping and diving over the water.

At first I thought they were seagulls, with their grey and white bodies, but they had black heads and they didn’t sound or behave like seagulls.

I later found out that they were common terns; but they weren’t a common sighting for me and I was happy to see them.

The Comfort Maple

We recently paid our respects to the Comfort Maple; a 500-year-old sugar maple tree in the Niagara Region of Ontario, Canada. It is believed to be the oldest sugar maple in the country.

When the tree started its life, the Indigenous People were the only people here. They had their own culture and religion and traditions worthy of respect and emulation.

If I could only interview this tree; it would be an interview of a lifetime! What a book and what a movie that would be!

I bet this precious tree gave some lovely sweet maple syrup in its lifetime.

Preservation and conservation are essential.

Pre-Sunset Glow

The rarified ambience of an early summer evening.

The cumulus clouds that slowly move in the light blue sky.

The sun that sits in a corner of the sky like a dying campfire.

The special quality of the pre-sunset sunlight that illuminates the top of the trees.

The muted respectful staccato of the American robin and the low peaceful flute of the mourning dove.

The gentle breeze that blows the leaves and introduces a cooling air.

The sweet peas; the sweet peace; the sweet peas!

Dinner with Baxter

Baxter the bunny was only a few feet away from me leisurely munching on dandelion leaves in my back garden.

I spoke to him like Alec in the Black Stallion speaks to the horse; hoping to say something witty and charming in rabbit.

He looked at me head on and only rotated his long ears to hear the sound of birds or dogs.

At one point, he stood up on his hind legs; at another, he stretched his back.

All the while, he continued to enjoy his dandelion leaves. They disappeared efficiently into his mouth, regardless of the size of the leaves.

I felt honoured and privileged to share that time with him. He wasn’t scared of me and I was happy for that.

P.S. Rabbit in Persian translates to “donkey ears.” Sorry Baxter, it fits!