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JUST WAITING FOR THE BEARS...
Just Waitin’ For The Bears
Just Waitin’ For The Bears
This is a text conversation I had late last summer:
Me: I JUST FOUND OUT THAT I CAN EXPECT BEARS IN MY
NEW BACKYARD!
BFF: But Maggie, bears are part of nature, you
loooove nature.
Me: Not BEARS! Bears don’t count! I love CUTE nature!
And they keep changing the rules, you’re not supposed to climb a tree anymore,
and I don’t know whether to play dead or not…
BFF: Call a Conservation Officer.
Really? That’s it? No sympathy whatsoever? I was
serious! Well, I don’t necessarily just love cute nature – that was a
bit of an exaggeration, but bears are definitely on my TTAAACWO (things to
avoid at all costs while outside) list. And apparently I was going to have a
front row seat…
Flash forward:
It’s late summer again and I’ve started to hyperventilate
a tiny bit whenever I look at the apple trees over the fence. The apples are
ripe! Noooo, that means the bears will be back soon!
To be fair, my new friends were fairly well-behaved
last year, and aside from gargantuan piles of bear poop left 20 feet from my
back door, and a suspiciously poor strawberry harvest, they didn’t bother us
much. (Well, ok, there was the time they broke the patio table and ripped a
bird feeder off the house, and one of them did leave paw prints on my office
window while he was trying to eat out of another feeder – but that was my
husband’s fault for thinking it was late enough in the year to put the winter
bird feeders back up). Generally though, on a typical September day, “Big
Pooper” just plodded through the yard along a well-worn path between the apple
trees and his favourite spot to tuck in for an afternoon nap – just over
the rise where the grass meets the forest. Occasionally, if he was still
feeling a little peckish, he would stop to mow the clover on the far side of the
pond. I’m not sure if “Strawberry Thief” was a female or a young male
(small and light, it ambled more than plodded) but it too had a daily
routine, one that included a strawberry patch recon, a surprisingly nimble
scramble over a rotten old fence, and a snooze in the shade under the willows.
Big “Pooper” at Parson Pond
I don’t know why I’m so nervous around bears. I’m a
biologist for God’s sake, a naturalist – I’ve worked outside for most of
my adult life, and been camping, fishing, and hiking since I was a kid. My
sciencey brain isn’t winning this battle, though. Even though I’ve read how
truly rare bear attacks are, and I know the odds of having trouble with one are
pretty slim, January, February and March are the only months I don’t cast
a wary eye around the yard before I venture out. It probably doesn’t help that
I know my particular bears aren’t even slightly intimidated by me. Last
year they were still a novelty, so even though I was afraid, I was also
secretly excited to see them. If I was outside when they showed up I quickly
headed inside so I could watch them (that sentence makes it sound so benign but
it was actually more of a panicked back pedalling while suppressing the urge to
run and scream). When I took their pictures from the safety of my living room I
twisted the door knob ever-so-gently and opened it barely wide enough to stick
a lens out. No matter how silent I was, the big one would hear the latch
click and would look up, but then he would carry on about his business.
Strawberry Thief at Parson Pond
I just paced out the distance to the general location
of Big Pooper’s path from my door and it is 45 medium-sized-lady paces (science
in action!), so bears have pretty good hearing. That’s a good thing because
this year I intend to make a lot of noise. The bears are welcome in my yard
when I’m inside, hell, they can invite their friends. I just don’t want to turn
around when I’m in the garden and find one close enough to lick the back of my
neck. And bears or no bears, I am determined to pick strawberries and read by
the pond whenever I feel like it this year. Perhaps I can borrow a lesson from
the urban planners who discovered that certain types of music keep crowds from
congregating. I still have lots of my old 80s aerobics music – that should
work!
P.S. In case you were wondering, scorpions, Portuguese Man O’War, and
rattlesnakes are also on my TTAAACWO list
But who doesn’t love a cute chipmunk!?
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See more at: http://naturecanada.ca/news/blog/just-waitin-for-the-bears/#sthash.QPrr8Fo6.dpuf
This is a text conversation I had late last summer:
Me: I JUST FOUND OUT THAT I CAN EXPECT BEARS IN MY NEW BACKYARD!
BFF: But Maggie, bears are part of nature, you loooove nature.
Me: Not BEARS! Bears don’t count! I love CUTE nature! And they keep changing the rules, you’re not supposed to climb a tree anymore, and I don’t know whether to play dead or not…
BFF: Call a Conservation Officer.
Really? That’s it? No sympathy whatsoever? I was serious! Well, I don’t necessarily just love cute nature – that was a bit of an exaggeration, but bears are definitely on my TTAAACWO (things to avoid at all costs while outside) list. And apparently I was going to have a front row seat…
Flash forward:
It’s late summer again and I’ve started to hyperventilate a tiny bit whenever I look at the apple trees over the fence. The apples are ripe! Noooo, that means the bears will be back soon!
To be fair, my new friends were fairly well-behaved last year, and aside from gargantuan piles of bear poop left 20 feet from my back door, and a suspiciously poor strawberry harvest, they didn’t bother us much. (Well, ok, there was the time they broke the patio table and ripped a bird feeder off the house, and one of them did leave paw prints on my office window while he was trying to eat out of another feeder – but that was my husband’s fault for thinking it was late enough in the year to put the winter bird feeders back up). Generally though, on a typical September day, “Big Pooper” just plodded through the yard along a well-worn path between the apple trees and his favourite spot to tuck in for an afternoon nap – just over the rise where the grass meets the forest. Occasionally, if he was still feeling a little peckish, he would stop to mow the clover on the far side of the pond. I’m not sure if “Strawberry Thief” was a female or a young male (small and light, it ambled more than plodded) but it too had a daily routine, one that included a strawberry patch recon, a surprisingly nimble scramble over a rotten old fence, and a snooze in the shade under the willows.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous around bears. I’m a biologist for God’s sake, a naturalist – I’ve worked outside for most of my adult life, and been camping, fishing, and hiking since I was a kid. My sciencey brain isn’t winning this battle, though. Even though I’ve read how truly rare bear attacks are, and I know the odds of having trouble with one are pretty slim, January, February and March are the only months I don’t cast a wary eye around the yard before I venture out. It probably doesn’t help that I know my particular bears aren’t even slightly intimidated by me. Last year they were still a novelty, so even though I was afraid, I was also secretly excited to see them. If I was outside when they showed up I quickly headed inside so I could watch them (that sentence makes it sound so benign but it was actually more of a panicked back pedalling while suppressing the urge to run and scream). When I took their pictures from the safety of my living room I twisted the door knob ever-so-gently and opened it barely wide enough to stick a lens out. No matter how silent I was, the big one would hear the latch click and would look up, but then he would carry on about his business.
I just paced out the distance to the general location of Big Pooper’s path from my door and it is 45 medium-sized-lady paces (science in action!), so bears have pretty good hearing. That’s a good thing because this year I intend to make a lot of noise. The bears are welcome in my yard when I’m inside, hell, they can invite their friends. I just don’t want to turn around when I’m in the garden and find one close enough to lick the back of my neck. And bears or no bears, I am determined to pick strawberries and read by the pond whenever I feel like it this year. Perhaps I can borrow a lesson from the urban planners who discovered that certain types of music keep crowds from congregating. I still have lots of my old 80s aerobics music – that should work!
P.S. In case you were wondering, scorpions, Portuguese Man O’War, and rattlesnakes are also on my TTAAACWO list
But who doesn’t love a cute chipmunk!?
- See more at: http://naturecanada.ca/news/blog/just-waitin-for-the-bears/#sthash.QPrr8Fo6.dpuf
Me: I JUST FOUND OUT THAT I CAN EXPECT BEARS IN MY NEW BACKYARD!
BFF: But Maggie, bears are part of nature, you loooove nature.
Me: Not BEARS! Bears don’t count! I love CUTE nature! And they keep changing the rules, you’re not supposed to climb a tree anymore, and I don’t know whether to play dead or not…
BFF: Call a Conservation Officer.
Really? That’s it? No sympathy whatsoever? I was serious! Well, I don’t necessarily just love cute nature – that was a bit of an exaggeration, but bears are definitely on my TTAAACWO (things to avoid at all costs while outside) list. And apparently I was going to have a front row seat…
Flash forward:
It’s late summer again and I’ve started to hyperventilate a tiny bit whenever I look at the apple trees over the fence. The apples are ripe! Noooo, that means the bears will be back soon!
To be fair, my new friends were fairly well-behaved last year, and aside from gargantuan piles of bear poop left 20 feet from my back door, and a suspiciously poor strawberry harvest, they didn’t bother us much. (Well, ok, there was the time they broke the patio table and ripped a bird feeder off the house, and one of them did leave paw prints on my office window while he was trying to eat out of another feeder – but that was my husband’s fault for thinking it was late enough in the year to put the winter bird feeders back up). Generally though, on a typical September day, “Big Pooper” just plodded through the yard along a well-worn path between the apple trees and his favourite spot to tuck in for an afternoon nap – just over the rise where the grass meets the forest. Occasionally, if he was still feeling a little peckish, he would stop to mow the clover on the far side of the pond. I’m not sure if “Strawberry Thief” was a female or a young male (small and light, it ambled more than plodded) but it too had a daily routine, one that included a strawberry patch recon, a surprisingly nimble scramble over a rotten old fence, and a snooze in the shade under the willows.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous around bears. I’m a biologist for God’s sake, a naturalist – I’ve worked outside for most of my adult life, and been camping, fishing, and hiking since I was a kid. My sciencey brain isn’t winning this battle, though. Even though I’ve read how truly rare bear attacks are, and I know the odds of having trouble with one are pretty slim, January, February and March are the only months I don’t cast a wary eye around the yard before I venture out. It probably doesn’t help that I know my particular bears aren’t even slightly intimidated by me. Last year they were still a novelty, so even though I was afraid, I was also secretly excited to see them. If I was outside when they showed up I quickly headed inside so I could watch them (that sentence makes it sound so benign but it was actually more of a panicked back pedalling while suppressing the urge to run and scream). When I took their pictures from the safety of my living room I twisted the door knob ever-so-gently and opened it barely wide enough to stick a lens out. No matter how silent I was, the big one would hear the latch click and would look up, but then he would carry on about his business.
I just paced out the distance to the general location of Big Pooper’s path from my door and it is 45 medium-sized-lady paces (science in action!), so bears have pretty good hearing. That’s a good thing because this year I intend to make a lot of noise. The bears are welcome in my yard when I’m inside, hell, they can invite their friends. I just don’t want to turn around when I’m in the garden and find one close enough to lick the back of my neck. And bears or no bears, I am determined to pick strawberries and read by the pond whenever I feel like it this year. Perhaps I can borrow a lesson from the urban planners who discovered that certain types of music keep crowds from congregating. I still have lots of my old 80s aerobics music – that should work!
P.S. In case you were wondering, scorpions, Portuguese Man O’War, and rattlesnakes are also on my TTAAACWO list
But who doesn’t love a cute chipmunk!?
- See more at: http://naturecanada.ca/news/blog/just-waitin-for-the-bears/#sthash.QPrr8Fo6.dpuf
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The history of Canada's Navy & Military on Canada's west coast
Welcome to the CFB Esquimalt
Naval & Military Museum
http://www.navalandmilitarymuseum.org/archives/articles/sailors-life/creature-comforts
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July/August 2015 issue
10 Fundy facts
Learn more about the Bay of Fundy's famous tides
By Nick Walker
There’s enough power and volume in the Bay of Fundy’s tides to temporarily reverse the flow of several rivers that empty into the bay. This is called a tidal bore, and can be viewed most easily, and twice daily, from the shores of the Petitcodiac River in Moncton, N.B., or along the Hébert, Maccan, Salmon and Shubenacadie rivers in Nova Scotia.
2. Spring tides
The highest tides in the Bay of Fundy are called “spring tides,” but have nothing to do with the season. Spring tides occur twice each month, when the sun and moon align and reinforce one another’s gravitational pull. Every 206 days, when a spring tide occurs while the moon is also in it perigee (at its closest to Earth), the swell can reach that famous 16-metre mark.
3. Strong currents
At high tide, the eastward flow of water into the Minas Basin through the Minas Passage — where the Fundy Ocean Research Center for Energy has its tidal energy berths — is about 40 times greater than the flow of fresh water from the St. Lawrence River into the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
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In 2009, the world’s first one-megawatt in-stream turbine was anchored to the sea floor in the Minas Passage. It took less than three weeks for the currents to tear out the turbine’s six-metre rotor blades, which were recovered about a year later. The new machine is larger and more robust — built to withstand the 18km/h tidal currents.
5. Energy history
For decades after it opened in 1984, the barrage-style Annapolis Royal tidal generating station, at the mouth of the Annapolis River off the Bay of Fundy, was North America’s only functioning tidal power project. The dam produces enough electricity to power about 4,500 homes.
6. More tidal records
Canada also claims the world’s second-highest tides. In northeast Quebec’s Ungava Bay, the highest vertical tide yet recorded was 16.2 metres (compared to 16.3 metres in Fundy’s Minas Basin).
7. Massive whirlpool
At 75 metres wide, Fundy’s Old Sow Whirlpool is the largest whirlpool in the Western Hemisphere, and the second largest in the world.
8. Picky mudshrimp
The red mudflats of the upper Bay of Fundy, up to five kilometres wide, are exposed with each low tide. The accumulated sediments and muck here support an abundance of life, such as mudshrimp, which only thrive in this consistency of mud.
9. Migrating sandpipers
Between July and October each year, more than two million semipalmated sandpipers (75 to 95 per cent of the world’s population) migrate through the Bay of Fundy’s mudflats. They spend about two weeks gorging themselves on mudshrimp, often doubling their weight before flying roughly 4,000 kilometres non-stop to their wintering grounds in South America.
10. Fossil hunter’s paradise
Along 15 kilometres of cliffs at Joggins, N.S., the relentless beating of the Fundy tides has exposed the world’s richest deposits of Carboniferous fossils (from about 359 to 299 million years ago). Among these are ancient forests and Earth’s first reptiles. Joggins was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2008.
http://www.canadiangeographic.ca/magazine/ja15/fundy-facts.asp
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NOVEMBER 3, 2012: ANIMALS IN WAR DEDICATION UNVEILED IN CONFEDERATION PARK, OTTAWA – PHOTOS & NEWS/OFFICIAL COVERAGE
News/Official Coverage
‘Remembering Animals in War’
http://www2.macleans.ca/2012/11/11/remembering-animals-in-war/‘New War Animal Monument’
http://www.cncworld.tv/news/v_show/29037_War_Animal_Monument.shtml‘Canada honours contributions of animals in war’
http://www.sunnewsnetwork.ca/sunnews/canada/archives/2012/11/20121103-105827.html‘Government of Canada Honours Contributions of Animals in War’
http://aiwdedication.ca/news-release-government-of-canada-honours-contributions-of-animals-in-war/Animals in War Dedication
http://www.canadascapital.gc.ca/places-to-visit/public-art-monuments/animals-war-dedication‘New Monument Honours Contribution of War Animals‘
http://ottawa.ctvnews.ca/new-monument-honours-war-contributions-of-animals-1.1023339‘Government of Canada Honours Contributions of Animals in War’
http://www.northumberlandview.ca/index.php?module=news&type=user&func=display&sid=18356‘Animals of war commemorated with sculpture’
http://www.centretownnews.ca/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3455&Itemid=131http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=lOHL7QeGftw
http://aiwdedication.ca/news/
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FROM CANADIAN COWBOY COUNTRY- NATIONS WAR HORSE MEMORIAL HEROES...
War Horses
Memorials Around the World
Remembrance Day (also known as Armistice Day) has been observed in Commonwealth countries since the end of World War I to remember the members of the armed forces who have died in the line of duty.Remembrance Day is observed on November 11th to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended “at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month,” in accordance with the Armistice, signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. (“At the 11th hour” refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am.) World War I officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on June 28, 1919.
The day was specifically dedicated by King George V as a day of remembrance for members of the armed forces who were killed during World War I. The first official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the grounds of Buckingham Palace on the morning of November 11, 1919.
The following are some of the memorials dedicated by soldiers to their companions in war.
France
The monument at Chipilly by French sculptor Henri Désiré Gauquié (1858-1927) is dedicated to those who died while fighting with the 58th (London) Division including during the Battle of Amiens in August 1918.This divisional memorial depicts an artilleryman cradling the head of his wounded war horse. The inclusion of the horse pays tribute to the millions of horses who served alongside the military in the 1914–1918 war. Many thousands died while in service with military forces on all sides.
Australia
The community of Tamworth, with some Federal and State assistance, raised $190,000 over a period of some five years, to erect a memorial dedicated to all horses that died in war.Newcastle sculptor Tanya Bartlett was commissioned to create the horse (traditionally the Waler breed) and trooper in bronze, with the four large bronze plaques telling of the exploits of the Light Horse during the First World War.
Just one horse returned to Australia from the war. The memorial was unveiled by Major General W.B. Digger James AC MBE MC on October 29, 2009. Tamworth is recognized as the National Equine Capital of Australia.
U.S.A.
The War Horse is a memorial to the Civil War horse, designed by sculptor Tessa Pullan of Rutland, England, and given to the historical society by Paul Mellon. The sculpture was dedicated September 17, 1997. An inscription on the granite reads: In memory of the one and one half million horses and mules of the Confederate and Union armies who were killed, were wounded or died from disease in the Civil War.U.S.A.
Staff Sergeant Reckless was a mare purchased at the Seoul Racetrack in October 1952 by members of the United States Marine Corps and trained to be a pack horse for the Recoilless Rifle Platoon, Anti-Tank Company, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division.Reckless quickly became the camp mascot, and she served in numerous combat actions during the Korean War, carrying supplies and ammunition, and was also used to evacuate wounded. Learning each supply route after only a couple of trips, she often travelled to deliver supplies to the troops on her own, without benefit of a handler.
The highlight of her nine-month military career came in March 1953 during fighting around Vegas Hill when, in a single day, she made 51 solo trips to resupply multiple front line units. She was wounded in combat twice, given the battlefield rank of corporal in 1953, and then a battlefield promotion to sergeant in 1954, several months after the war ended. She also became the first horse in the Marine Corps known to have participated in an amphibious landing.
The Marines brought her home, and Reckless retired in 1960 at Camp Pendleton, where the mare was promoted to staff sergeant by the commandant of the Marine Corps.
Reckless is the U.S. military’s most decorated animal, having earned two Purple Hearts, a Good Conduct Medal, Presidential Unit Citation with star, National Defense Service Medal, Korean Service Medal, United Nations Service Medal, and Republic of Korea Presidential Unit Citation, all of which she wore on her scarlet-and-gold blanket.
She died of natural causes in 1968 and was buried with full military honours with a bronze plaque on her grave at the Camp Pendleton stables.
Australia
Located on St. Kilda Road in Melbourne, A Tribute to Our War Horses was originally unveiled in 1926, and was later moved to its present position near the Shrine of Remembrance. The granite horse trough was erected by the Purple Cross Society, an organisation of women concerned with the welfare of horses during WWI, using funds raised by Boer War Light Horsemen.An estimated 958,000 horses and mules were killed in WWI; over 169,000 left Australia and never returned.
One of the most famous was a horse called David who served in the 107 Battery Regiment during the Boer War from 1899-1902, and then as a gun wheel in France. He was awarded many Army medals and honours including the Queen’s Medal, the King’s Medal and Star with bar.
Canada
The Animals in War Memorial, (officially Animals in War and Les animaux en temps de guerre) is located in Confederation Park in Ottawa to commemorate animals used by the Canadian military (Canadian Army) in conflicts since the Second Boer War.The Animals in War Dedication features a life-size war dog and three bas-relief plaques on three boulders; one dedicated to dogs, one to mules and one to horses.
The plaques and sculpture were created by created by Ottawa-based artist David Clendining with Laureen
Harper as honorary patron of the project.
The memorial was unveiled on November 3, 2012.
England
Located in Hyde Park, London, the Animals in War Memorial was designed by English sculptor David Backhouse to commemorate the countless animals that have served and died under British military command throughout history. It was unveiled in November 2004 by Princess Anne, the Princess Royal.The memorial features a 55 ft by 58 ft (16.8 m by 17.7 m) curved Portland stone wall: the symbolic arena of war, emblazoned with images of various struggling animals, along with two heavily-laden bronze mules progressing up the stairs of the monument, and a bronze horse and bronze dog beyond it looking into the distance.
Beneath the main header, “Animals in War”, the memorial has two separate inscriptions; the first and larger reads:
“This monument is dedicated to all the animals that served and died alongside British and allied forces in wars and campaigns throughout time”
The second, smaller inscription simply reads:
“They had no choice”
Upon the rear or outside of the memorial are these words:
“Many and various animals were employed to support British and Allied Forces in wars and campaigns over the centuries, and as a result millions died. From the pigeon to the elephant, they all played a vital role in every region of the world in the cause of human freedom.”
“Their contribution must never be forgotten.”
http://www.cowboycountrymagazine.com/2014/11/war-horses/
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Tales of Animals in War - 2015 Edition
All Aboard! Transportation in Times of War
Stories
Activities
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“Woof!” barked Gandy the dog. “Here we are, the Remembrance Clubhouse members reunited in Halifax, Nova Scotia! Today we came to greet a Canadian military ship returning from a mission overseas. It was so exciting to see the massive vessel sail into the harbour, and so many people turned out like us with flags, signs, and balloons to welcome the returning sailors. It made my fur fluff!”
“Yesterday we visited Pier 21 and learned that Canadians in uniform have been passing through Halifax for over 100 years on many different missions,” roared Win the bear. “They were constantly coming and going throughout the First and Second World Wars and it was busy around the clock! The rail yards saw steady traffic as trains loaded with soldiers and supplies arrived daily from across Canada.”
“The harbour was also often crowded. Ships were under repair and ships prepared for the voyage to Europe. Passenger ships loaded soldiers, and cargo ships loaded war supplies, food and munitions. There were even hospital ships with medical staff and supplies. Many animal mascots such as dogs and cats also joined the people on the ships to keep them company during the long voyage!” meowed Simone the cat.
“And did you know that thousands of horses like my ancestor Bonfire were also loaded onto ships to serve overseas in times of war?” whinnied Bonfire Jr. the horse.
“Even when wars were over, Halifax was still a busy place. The city was bustling with the thousands of returning soldiers, ready to take trains back to their home towns. Some soldiers fell in love while overseas and even brought their war brides and children back to Canada! Isn’t that romantic?” Ellie the elephant rumbled dreamily.
“Wow, so many different means of transportation are needed in times of war!” cooed Squeaker the pigeon. “From trains and ships in Canada, to jeeps, trucks, tanks, airplanes and even animal transport close to the frontlines! I know that my relative Beachcomber flew in nasty conditions to deliver messages in the Second World War. Hey, why don’t we do our history fair projects on how Canadian troops traveled in wartime?”
“Cool, let’s get our engines roaring!!” replied Gandy. “Why don’t you do a remembrance research project, too?”
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Tales of Animals in War - 2015 Edition
All Aboard! Transportation in Times of War
Stories
Activities
Resources
“Yesterday we visited Pier 21 and learned that Canadians in uniform have been passing through Halifax for over 100 years on many different missions,” roared Win the bear. “They were constantly coming and going throughout the First and Second World Wars and it was busy around the clock! The rail yards saw steady traffic as trains loaded with soldiers and supplies arrived daily from across Canada.”
“The harbour was also often crowded. Ships were under repair and ships prepared for the voyage to Europe. Passenger ships loaded soldiers, and cargo ships loaded war supplies, food and munitions. There were even hospital ships with medical staff and supplies. Many animal mascots such as dogs and cats also joined the people on the ships to keep them company during the long voyage!” meowed Simone the cat.
“And did you know that thousands of horses like my ancestor Bonfire were also loaded onto ships to serve overseas in times of war?” whinnied Bonfire Jr. the horse.
“Even when wars were over, Halifax was still a busy place. The city was bustling with the thousands of returning soldiers, ready to take trains back to their home towns. Some soldiers fell in love while overseas and even brought their war brides and children back to Canada! Isn’t that romantic?” Ellie the elephant rumbled dreamily.
“Wow, so many different means of transportation are needed in times of war!” cooed Squeaker the pigeon. “From trains and ships in Canada, to jeeps, trucks, tanks, airplanes and even animal transport close to the frontlines! I know that my relative Beachcomber flew in nasty conditions to deliver messages in the Second World War. Hey, why don’t we do our history fair projects on how Canadian troops traveled in wartime?”
“Cool, let’s get our engines roaring!!” replied Gandy. “Why don’t you do a remembrance research project, too?”
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