Today is training day!
8:30am to 12:00pm: Vegetation Survey training for the Tommy Thompson Park bird research centre (volunteer).
6:30pm to 9:00pm: Registration Validator training for Elections Canada (13.03/hr).
Tommy Thompson Park is a peninsula that starts from the City’s east side and curves out and around Toronto Islands. That’s as far as it goes now, but it’s growing. The entire peninsula is man-made, and even now, between 9:00 and 4:30, Monday to Friday, dump trucks drive to its end and dump fill from city construction.
Owned by the Port Authority, the peninsula was originally meant to become a dock for barges, but when Toronto’s industrial shoreline went into decline, and barges disappeared, and then it simply became a growing pile of rubble. Life abhors a vacuum. Soon that peninsula of rubble became a stage for the first succession of plant life. As plants took over, migrating birds took notice, and so did the city’s naturalists.
Tommy Thompson was the city’s most beloved naturalist, so the peninsula was re-claimed as a nature reserve and named Tommy Thompson Park. It’s now forested by Birches, Aspens and Alders (still those fast growing species that love to take advantage of fresh territory) and visited by a whole list of migrating birds.
The bird research station has captured, weighed, bonded and released birds since the park’s beginnings. But while the birds have received dedicated attention, the fast changing plant communities have gone un-monitored...until this year! A biology student from U of T has set up a vegetation survey, and I’ve volunteered to help.
Although most city residents are completely unaware of the recent developments that have lead to my current volunteer activities, everybody knows the developments that have lead to my current employment – the Feds called an election.
It’s unlikely this means any major changes for the country, but it does mean a J-O-B for Andrew Malcolm. Tonight is training, and I’m told I’ll have employment from 5:00 to 9:00 every evening until the ballots are cast.
So there’s a lot going on, which is why it’s a good thing my backpack is finally fixed. Not just fixed – fixed with fishing line threaded through straps (thanks Mom!). With a sturdy backpack, I’m prepared for anything.