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Down to the water tunnel:
Muraqa Carmelite Monastary:
Spring has finally arrived in Oakville – and so have the flowers. More here.
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When I let the dog out this morning he stood staring at the fence barking energetically. This isn’t completely abnormal for him, so I called him in and paid no attention to what I assumed was a doggy apparition that had caught his attention.
After a repeat performance in the late afternoon, my wife called me with: “there’s an animal stuck in the fence”.
Sure enough, this fellow had tried to squeeze himself through one of the chain links and, like most of us, he underestimated his girth and got stuck. We did eventually manage to extricate him from his predicament:
Incidentally, ground hogs bite quite hard even when you are trying to do them a favour.
We spent a weekend away in Kingsville:
Amherstburg, a little further west on the Detroit River boasts an inclusive playground:
I have no idea what makes this particular playground more inclusive than any other playground; perhaps adults are allowed to use it. Or, more likely, the inclusivity virus has now infected everything, even playgrounds.
Amherstburg has not quite reached the pinnacle of euphoric inclusion that would induce it not to continue pointing its cannons across the Detroit river at the U.S. in commemoration of the war of 1812 – a war which even US historians now reluctantly concede, Canada won.
The trip even included snow: