No, not a thrilling report from H.P., but I managed to get there Sunday from 5pm-7pm -- what a circus! I thought I was at the Drumbo Spring Fair! I got down to the Lodge, after spotting/hearing some of the usual migrants en route, and it was nice to see that beautiful old Shagbark Hickory (I was a regular visitor about 20 years ago, but I had the comparative luxury of being in the park on various weekdays) and an isolated bench to sit and listen to my first Warbling Vireo of the year, which popped into view, picking at bark in that laid-back vireo style ...
I can see that the trick is to bike down as early as possible, perhaps before the dogs outnumber the cars. In the meantime, I'll be keeping an eye and an ear (or both of each) out somewhere northwest of that location during the week.
Oh. Thoughtful of you to ask about Margaret! I got a call from the Leamington police last Wednesday -- seems they followed her through Hillman Marsh (more difficult than it might seem, what with her propensity for, as she puts it, "pedal to the metal," and the blue clouds of smoke billowing from the twin Thrush mufflers (kind of appropriate, really) on her old Buick Wildcat and, after subduing her with several Tasers, impounded the old beast. The Buick, that is. I don't think she's getting the plates back this time. Well, to condense the tale a lot, she's rented a small import (no charges were laid), and reports that things are picking up in the Pelee area -- two Prothonotaries in one day -- and expects to be back by the end of the week. I just don't let myself worry about her -- there's nothing I can do, really.
Thanks, Joe -- next weekend, with the disruptive weather forecast for this week, should be a good one.
--nb
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