I had been in Nova Scotia for only a month when I collected this bit of eloquence:
Each year they come back, God only knows how many thousands of them, coming b ack with unerring and mysterious precision to precisely the same valleys and shorelines and the old breeding grounds and nesting places, coming back in their bright summer plumage and bringing with them their squalling young and their mates from other places.The return of the exiles, the annual migration back home of the people who left Nova Scotia to settle in distant communities, is like a miracle of nature. A seasonal phenomenon that's as reliable as the arrival of dandelions.
(Harry Bruce in The 4th Estate, summer supplement 22 June 1972, pg 4)