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What a perfect day for a walk in the forest. Spring has sprung, at least beginning to do so, after a brutally cold winter. You can see that everything is ready to burst. It's a truly wonderful time of the year and especially nice to explore the forest trails when there are very few bugs and flies. The absence of leaves gives a clear view of things that would be missed later in the season.
We assembled at the camp at around one o'clock, with Erin and her friend Muriel (who is also Erin's boss at the St. Clair Region Conservation authority) leading the pack and pointing out things that many of us would surely have missed.
Newport Forest is located near Wardsville, Ontario. The land was donated years ago to the
Thames Talbot Land Trust by the former owners and our hosts Kee and Pat Dewdney, who remain on as loving stewards of the riverside acreage.
Erin greets us as we get ready for the walk. Muriel explained the flowers and Erin pointed out the creatures.
Six spotted Tiger Beetles are an amazingly beautiful emerald colour. The maple key beside it gives you an impression of its size.
Muriel is very knowledgable and points out all kinds of flora as we meander the trail along side the Thames River.
I wouldn't have even seen this Wood Frog but Erin spotted it immediately.
Here's a little toad... Ooops, gone!
You can see by the debris high up on the bank that the river was very high as the winter run-off raced by a month or so ago. I figure the banks are at least 4 meters high at this point and there is evidence the water was higher than the bank.
A small boat with fisherment streams by against the current.
Brightly coloured birds posed for me in the nearly naked trees. A Baltimore oriole above and a
red breasted grosbeak below. See I'm learning!
Wendy has had a sore ankle so we never did get to the place where the bluebells are located. We turned back early, leaving the rest of the group to carry on. The good part was, I knew there would be enticing treats back at camp.
Back at camp Pat has had set out all kinds of treats as I anticipated. Three or four hours walking the trails, even at a leisurely pace, sure works up an appetite.
Kee's good friend Steve and his family came to visit. They live not to far away on the Indian Reserve.
Kee Dewdney, Steve's wife Karen and Pat Dewdney, right, were back at the camp when we returned. We enjoyed some good stories, even a French song by Kee, and of course the "low cal" sweets before saying goodbye and heading back to London.
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