- Surf swirls and dances, twirling golden seaweed around wave carved boulders, on the shoreline of a rocky island, as a family of Atlantic Puffin rest on the barnacle-crusted surfaces of the wet rocks with their catch of the day. These true seabirds, spend most of their time on the salt water, constantly fishing, diving or just riding the waves like a surfer waiting for the next big breaker. They return to our waters each year to feed on the plentiful fish and nest on our small secluded, predator-free islands.
- Mazes of kelp strewn across the wet sand where Atlantic waves have tossed them do not daunt this tiny lone amigo.Piping plovers, by wing or by frenzied darts on tiny legs, cross the beach as they maneuver at the edge of tide. The sound of rolling waves breaking just scant feet away, plays tribute to their tenacious survival in this maritime ecosystem.
- Spring is in the air as winter's last snow melts and life stirs anew. Soon the golds will turn to greens as new shoots of life burst forth. Buds will transform into leaves and blooms will grace field and forest. Midst this transformation, a pair of Pintail court on a marsh pond's still waters, their fluid movement dancing in the reflections scattered in ripples across the surface. They will not linger long here, but will find a nesting site nearby and soon will lead their brood onto the pond's glassy surface.
- The drip, drip, drip, of new snow melting in the warm morning light heralds the arrival of spring. The promise of warm sunny weather is woven in the sound of songbirds flitting through the trees. Nova Scotia's smallest owl, a Saw-whet, rests quietly among the branches. She welcomes the warmer plentiful days of spring and this will be her last winter's rest before setting out to find a mate and raise her new family in the tall stands of conifers that is her home.
- Sharing the forest, the tiny chickadee and the young moose feed among the evergreen boughs as the sunshine gives them warmth. Both moving along ever so carefree, each in their own way. The busy twitter of the chickadees, much louder than the silent whisper of branches as the moose calf slips through them.
