The days of old

Like the days of old, I'm on a solo quest. Like the high school times, when there was no one to raise a pair of bins with, no one to swing a net with.

Then, I spent three glorious summers with Algonquin Park naturalists, oh those times! Almost nightly odeing trips...

Here, we just got satellite at the staffhouse. On the TV: Anne of Green Gables rerun on CBC. Outside, a bear with two cubs, baby foxes, and dragonflies up the hamules! An Exodus of turtles, Hallelujah! You almost can't walk anywhere without stepping on a Blanding's.

But solo naturalists, take this message. Leave your companions behind, grab your net, camera or bins, get out there, and suck the teet of life to the last drop!