By David Hawke -- Ticks. OMG! Can there be anything ickier to have to deal with in the out of doors? In my 60-plus years of wandering around most every nook and cranny of the wilds of north Simcoe County I have never laid eyes on a tick... until this year. Now they seem to be everywhere! Yuck!
By David Hawke -- Depending on who you are, where you are and what the situation is, encountering a black bear can elicit any range of personal responses.
By David Hawke – They are big, green, elegant, and look like they belong in a tropical jungle.
By David Hawke -- So, what's bugging you?
By David Hawke -- As we sat by the lakeshore, basking in the setting sun, we marveled at the air show being performed in front of us. The loop-the-loops were incredible, the mid-air formations almost heart-stopping, and the assertive manoeuvres to claim air space certainly demanded respect. A bonus to this event was that there were no screaming jet engines, no withering exhaust fumes or tell-tale contrails, just a ballet of motion.
By David Hawke -- Although birdwatching is certainly a year-round activity for naturalists,
By David Hawke -- In the world of wildflowers, orchids are the 'superstars'.
By David Hawke -- Each spring we (well, okay, my wife Julie) tries to "improve" the looks of the landscape around our home, the most obvious endeavor usually being the flower gardens.
Here's a new one for you... "When is a woodpecker not a woodpecker? When it's a flicker!"
By David Hawke -- Observing a springtime blossom is such a simple joy.
By David Hawke -- I pause and take a look at the daunting line of pine trees still ahead of me: "1,800 down and 400 to go."
By David Hawke -- A white-tailed deer had made its presence known by a series of nipped-off trillium stems, a seasonal reminder that the deer are always out there, always hungry. Aside from human bouquet-gatherers, trilliums usually don't have too much to worry about, other than a wandering doe.
By David Hawke -- It starts with a single peep, usually on an April eve. Just a peep.
By David Hawke -- The country lane looked peaceful enough, the first true warming rays of springtime sun easily splashing down on the still damp gravel. The snow had gone, with a few small puddles of melt water all that remained to remember the winter snows. As I wandered along, little did I know that this was a scene of great anxiety, as I had just intruded on the butterfly wars.
By David Hawke -- While the name 'timberdoodle' may sound wacky, it somehow seems to fit the bird whose moniker it is.
By David Hawke -- I have a challenge with otters.
By David Hawke – At the end of each winter, usually mid to late March, there comes a time when the snow conditions are ideal for walking, just about anywhere, without the aid of snowshoes or skis.
By David Hawke -- While reading through an agricultural newspaper last week, I came upon a short article about bees and apple orchards.
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