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In pursuit of education by the waterside, etc.

Some of the good local whimbrels, in May. It’s no grand skyline here in T.O., but hoo boy, those whimbrels don’t worry about architectural aesthetics so probably neither should I!


Yes yes, we see mallards everywhere and by now I’ll bet they bore you worse than geese or pigeons, but if you saw one today for the first time, you would be astonished by that marvelous greentop, you’d be singing devotional duck songs all the way home!


And finally, an early migrant from early Springtime! The most common of warblers, yes yes, but if you’ve given up on the common birds then you’ve given up on life and love and education and you might as well get yourself a spoon and bucket of worms and tell yourself “This is the only dinner I deserve”. Please remember every day: the common birds have the most to teach us, as long as we let ourselves learn from them!



A typical scene from “The Old Country Spittoon” (that being my witless nickname for Toronto’s best locale: the singular and cherished Leslie Street Spit.)

The rare and delightful Purple Sandpiper, seen among the “reverse highlows” along the icy waterways of The Old Country Spittoon.

Another fond look at the rare Purple Sandpiper who startled me with his sudden and beautiful nearness along Toronto’s icy waterways.


At night do you scream miseries at each other, with booze on the table, smoking always, smashing bottles and glasses down? Or do you coo like mourning doves on a sill at quiet vesper? If you invite me to your house and I walk the steps to your door and see where a doorbell used to be, push the door open and walk inside, will I hear the rising abuses, insults, and roars?  In this house there lives a howling misery, but it wasn’t always this way!

{Like anyone else, I have neighbors and I can hear their horrid reverberations through the walls but I don’t worry, no no never, and anyhow I am just a shell}

a howling misery but also a sandpiper