Despite the fact that it was about 2C, we drove up to my sister’s cottage co-op to have a picnic on Saturday.
Toques and loons and sandwiches eaten in the sun — Canadian Spring.
It was a lovely day, though it turns out that those filles du roi who gave us our noses don’t seem to have created much hardiness for the cold. The littlest M was downright frozen on the boat.
It got warm enough for my youngest sister to take off her toque, and Finch got excellent photos of a nearby male loon in breeding plumage.
And later, in the Market back in the city, Finch got to try his first beavertail. He quickly went back for a second.