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One day, while driving past a clear-cut development, we spotted a forlorn-looking bald eagle sitting on a pile of rubble next to a parked bulldozer. Nearby was a toppled nest and grey eaglet cadavers.

What a special time in autumn at the lake — after the crowds have returned to their busy lives — leaving the wilderness to a sole silent canoeist.

Speculation by a first nations’ voice about beliefs of the strangers who are rumoured to be coming to the forest.

Mother Nature is not just the song bird, pretty fawn and sunny weather. She is the ill-tempered badger, slimy slug, and smelly skunk cabbage. She is the range of all living things.

A description of single-celled creatures in a microscopic world constantly hunting and being hunted, eating and being eaten.