Digby County Nature in November 08 copyright23.11.08

As I sit here, drowsy and muscle-weak after shovelling the first thick down of fluffy virgin snow from the doorstep, my eyes want to close. The lids drop, the pen stops, and my other senses engage: the crackling and pop of shards of cedar lath igniting maple logs, the warmth stealing over my back like the slide of a warm towel wrap. I'm enveloped in a patchwork quilt of memories of today, yesterday and the month gone by.
I linger in the delight of the early morning: four deer browsing in my yard for the remains of this year's apple "drops" under snowy caps. The flicker of white tails drew my attention away from the computer screen, to my office window. Something in the woods startled them, and with spring loaded legs they bounced away; lithe brown shapes and a flick of white, the acre of orchard now lonely without them.
The hoofprints were so close to the house the other morning; the morning after the burgeoning full moon. As I watched, that night, its stark brightness rising over shadows of white pine, fir and spruce, a howl rose from the dark edges of the meadow, its keening siren followed by a duo of sharp barks. I would never, could never, shield these beautiful creatures from a natural predator such as a night-time, human-shy coyote, but I would do whatever possible, within the bounds of our laws, to protect them from human predators on my property.
It is coming back to nature, for me here. The ghostly grey heron stalks my brook (and other Digby County waterways) for trout lulled to oblivion by the statue of the great bird which suddenly comes to life too quickly for the rest of the life of the "brookie" on idle: one snatch and the long spindly legs bend and lift the ghostly great figure up into the air, absolutely soundless with its prey.
A pair of great horned owls haunted the evergreens till of late, the "hoo-hoo" and "who knew, you?" prickling my ears on ebon nights, to my delight, while they scanned the night's floor for mouse and shrew.
These are the predators and prey that inhabit my world on Digby Neck, in Digby County. They are not to be feared but are our marvels. Together they create Balance in our natural world. The rufous hummingbird which sips the colourful feeders for sweetness and calories with which to create its incredible wing-beat, and the coyote and the owl are equally part of the amazing assortment of living creatures around this area.
I've mentioned just a few of them. This is a birder's paradise. Digby Neck and Islands in on the migratory bird flyway! You'll be amazed at the numbers and species of birds you will find here! Even researchers flock to this place. They fly (in small planes) to this area. Or they fly down Hwy. 217 in their cars. They nest for a while in our accommodations spots. An excited gaggle can be heard when they gather to share what they've seen watching them! And, not to belabour the point, they do enjoy the finest in seafood that is available here.
I am reminded, now to rouse myself and fill the bird-feeder with the energy that birds need now that the snow fall has covered a lot of their food sources. This act helps them, but it is also so I can be graced by their visits- blue jays, juncos and others. The cylinder of the bird feeder is like a battery-they draw from it the energy they need to sustain their living systems, their mobility, and their high body temperatures (40 C.). I will re-charge the battery whenever it is needed for these ends, and to sustain the living creatures and amazing bio-diversity of Digby county.
One day soon, you will come to Digby County, and let me show you....