- 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.
- 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
- 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.
- The black bear cub peers cautiously from the safety of the tree trunk he scampered up. There's a magical quality in his blinking eyes. So tender and curious yet so wild and powerful. They can slip silently through the branch strewn forest with not a sound and only a fleeting glance to claim.
- 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
- WILDERNESS MAGIC was manifest when the haunting call of this loon pierced dusk's waning light. Gliding across the lake*s surface her mournful wail declares the true spirit of the wilderness. Silent ripples march outward on the still water, ebony lines on a glassy blue surface. The mirrored surface lies disturbed as she paddles * searching. Mother to a pair of moose-gray chicks, she calls out. Her soft spectral voice luring the last baby from the nest midst the reeds. A true water bird, this will be the last time the baby rests on land until it one day builds it*s nest to complete nature*s circle.
- Perched atop a tattered bulrush, the Redwing Blackbird watches carefully over his territory on the verge of a marshy pond. His calls carrying over the waters, sparkling as if diamonds were cast across their surface. Nearby his mate pauses for but a moment as she flits from bulrush to bulrush gathering mayflies to feed their hungry brood.
Desperate, driven by the will to survive; this northern wanderer rests. Rabid storms have entombed the arctic tundra hiding her prey deep beneath the snow. The frozen landscape offered her no reprieve.
Ravaged by hunger and pressed by storms she flew nearly a thousand miles southward, toward a land instinct knew existed. A land of plenty, where the ocean's moderating effects free the landscape of ice and snow, offering life and hope. Midst the barrens of the Maritime coast she rests, camouflaged, transfigured into a small boulder, one of the thousands that dot the Peggy's Cove barrens. White rocks rest in a red tide of Labrador tea, and here she finds rest, warmth and food.
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