Red Fox on the Hunt

  Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, Red foxes are pouncing where meadow voles is. Poor poetry, but true. During the past week, I’ve watched a red fox, Vulpes vulpes, hunting in the parkl...

Swinging a Beak Like a Pickaxe: Pileated Woodpecker

Kek-kek-kek! The pileated woodpecker’s loud, sharp call rings out in our northern Nova Scotia forests year-round. I always feel a thrill when I spot a pileated lurching its way around a tree tru...

Butter Trail, Tatamagouche, Nova Scotia: A Winter Walk

Blue sky. White puffy clouds. Ice-covered bay. All these enticed me to walk a few kilometres of the Butter Trail on a late winter afternoon six days before the spring equinox. The Butter Trail is a se...

The Owl with George Clooney Eyes: Barred Owl

Chocolate-brown eyes. Throaty voice. Handsome as all get-out. George Clooney, right? Undoubtedly, but the description fits a barred owl, tooooo. Vilis spotted the one in the photo at right while he an...