On dusk, a young Moose appeared on the road and then disappeared into the trees. We waited until he came out the other side of the stand of trees, but by then he was quite a distance away.

Confused by both sets of lights, this fawn didn't leave the road with its mother. Trent nipped out to guide it in the right direction. Coyote follow the herds and pick off any stray young.

The fog came down on the way back in to Burgeo and we must have come across hundreds in scattered groups crossing the road on their migration west to east.

On our second trip out of Town, we came across this beaver lodge fitted with a satellite dish!

A good view of the hills, islands and boats. The way in for yachts is centre; we are stood on a low bridge.

This fella was across the road in a second pool. The 2 pools are connected by an under road culvert and we watched it pop out back into the first and over its dam.

The beaver ponds are right next to the road!

A very low river (Newfoundland is desperate for rain) means the salmon are confined to ever decreasing pools while they wait to go upstream. They were easy to see with the eye, swirling and milling ab ...

The small herds can be seen from the road, but it requires a short hike to get a decent look. This is the only one which didn't run away - and that's cause we caught him having a pee!

There's no more scallop fishery .