- Spending only a few months on land each year to raise its young, the Atlantic Puffin is a true seabird. They choose rugged, rocky islands off our maritime coasts, their remoteness offering a secure nesting site. There, great colonies of thousands can be seen on the steep cliffsides, courting, sparring and taking off to join the circling throng as they fly to out sea to return with a meal for their brood.
- 3" x 5" Card
- Great for special occasions such as Christmas and birthdays.
- The card is folded with a blank interior. You will be able to write a beautiful note inside.
- Each card comes with an envelope for easy mailing.
- Every card has an insert with a write up about Jacqueline Verge
- Rat-a-tat-tat rings through the Maritime forest. This familiar sound announces the presence of the downy woodpecker, one of Nova Scotia's forest's more handsome residents.
- A quiet stroll one May in the woods, enjoying the sounds, sights and scents of spring. Birds singing and fresh buds bursting all around, fiddlehead ferns unfurling. Then a surprise ... a pair of baby rabbits, so tiny and so still they could easily have been passed by. The muted brown of their tassled fur a blend with the surrounding grasses and the telltale white flash marks the forehead of the baby snowshoe hare.
- A quiet stroll one May in the woods, enjoying the sounds, sights and scents of spring. Birds singing and fresh buds bursting all around. Then a surprise ... a baby rabbit, so tiny and so still he could easily have been passed by. The muted brown of his tasselled fur a blend with his surroundings and the telltale white flash marks the forehead of the baby snowshoe hare. Then in a flash, he's off, racing through the fiddleheads and labrador tea.
- Gulls cry overhead as we walk about on the wharf enjoying the smell of salt on the gentle sea breeze. The sound of broken shells crunching under foot mingles with the soft swishing of waves against the nearby boats as they rise and fall on the swells. A fisherman has stowed his gear here, its bright colors contrasting with the browns and greys of weather worn timbers.
- Golden rays dance amongst the beach grass as another day of surfing comes to its sweet end. A day of the joy of riding and bending to nature's power and riding the graceful waves. the taste of salty water still dripping down their faces and muscles aching from pushing to the limits.
- MORNING MISTS part as the guardians of the lake slip silently across the glassy waters. Reflections flash across the mirrored surface in their passing by. Their mournful cry pierces the calm of early dawn just as the sun banishes the mists of night. The loon graces our wilderness lakes with its haunting elegance.
- A pair of Inukshuk stand as a markers used by Inuit showing the way on the barren tundra. It is known as a symbol of the importance of friendship, each stone fitting into the whole making the structure strong and reminds us of our the dependence on each other.
- Gossamer wings shimmer in the morning light. Resting for a moment on a flowers stalk, this master of the air will soon be airborne once more flitting throughout the garden.
- Lying stock-still the newborn fawn peers out from midst marshy grasses peppered with tasseled milkweed and ruby flowered pitcher plants. His dapple coat trembles with the passing spring breeze and his nose twitches slightly as he scents for his mom. Today he's spring's gift, and soon he will be exploring the forest nibbling new buds and playing with woodland mice.
