Whenever there is a break in the weather,
we try to go somewhere for a hike
or a paddle.
A few days ago, we headed to a mature hardwood forest.
As soon as I got out of the truck,
I heard the ethereal song of a hermit thrush.
I remember the very first time I ever heard one sing.
It was so beautiful,
it stopped me dead in my tracks.
Have a listen!
I had always been a backyard birder,
but this was the defining moment
that turned me into a
As we were driving into this forested area,
The Ranger was telling me how,
the last time he was there, he saw a bear.
As he was relating his story to me,
I was watching along the edge of the forest,
looking for birds, of course,
and thought I could see the outline of a bear.
But the trees were so thick, I was sure my eyes
were just playing tricks on me.
He parked the truck a few minutes later,
and when we looked up,
what do you think we saw?
First one stepped out of the forest's edge, then another....
....not 75-100 yards in front of us.
Pictured here is the second one, a bit larger than the first.
Probably the mom; the other, perhaps, a two year old.
She did turn and face us,
but by the time I felt confident enough to quietly open the truck door
without scaring her off so I could step out to take a clear picture,
she was already ambling away, unconcerned.
My other photos, taken through the windshield,
didn't come out very clearly.
So, off we went, into the forest.
And exactly where I thought I saw the bear through the trees,
was sign that they had,
just been there...
...foraging for a tasty treat.
Grubs, most likely.
Grubs, most likely.
We spend a lot of time in the forests all around Nova Scotia,
and this is a first for me!!
We also came across a lovely beaver dam.
The water level was right up to the top!
It was easily 3 or 4 feet high.
Birdsong filled the air and
spring flowers littered the forest floor,
with the promise of more to come.
It was, indeed, a bear-y good day in the forest.
Hope you've had the opportunity
to get out and enjoy a little of
Mother Nature's blessings!