One day we went for a hike on Partridge Island, just outside of Parrsboro on the Bay of Fundy. The view was quite nice from the lookout at the top, but the most memorable part of our hike was meeting this partridge.
Usually when we encounter a partridge it flies off but this lady would not move out of our path. John stomped his feet to make her move (once I was done taking her picture), but she ran right at us and went to attack our legs. So John made more aggressive gestures and noise and she flew a few feet off to the side. We hurried by her and she came back after us from behind, so we ran like heck for about 50 feet before she left us alone. Of course, it was because she was protecting her chicks that she behaved that way. We figured they named the darn island after her.
Parrsboro is a nice little town right on the Bay, although we had the sense it is struggling economically these days. We kept driving by this lovely red and white house at the main intersection in town. It’s for sale if anyone is interested!
One of the locals told us about a waterfall we could hike to, so we drove down a dirt road to find it and went past this commercial blueberry farm on the way. It just looks like a colourful pasture, but those little red and green bushes are full of blueberry blossoms and are only about 4 to 6 inches tall.
The waterfall ended up being fairly small but we had good exercise hiking down the valley to reach it. I took this photo of John and the waterfall and later noticed it looks like he is standing on a big rock. (Actually the rock is in the foreground and he is further back.)