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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

Balls were a big part of my life growing up in Owen Sound in the 80’s.   In the evenings of my youth, my friends and I regularly played scrub at what used to be known as Ryerson park.  Because the park was quite small and contained three baseball diamonds, there were regular conflicts with teams using the other diamonds when our hits would interrupt their practices.  This smallness not only allowed us the thrill of hitting more home runs, but also hitting neighbourhood cars.  Sorry, neighbours.

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Livin’ In A Birder’s Paradise

Although I don’t consider myself a “birder” by any stretch of the imagination, one of my favourite things about spring returning to the area is the sound of the birds searching the forest behind our house for food, the right mate and the perfect nesting spot.  Throughout the rest of the year we see the usual suspects – the chickadees, nuthatches, finches, and dark-eyed juncos –  at our feeders.

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