06/12/2026
🍁 A Personal Goodbye to the Snowbirds
Living on the North Shore of Kempenfelt Bay has given me one of life’s quiet privileges — every June, for three days, the Canadian Snowbirds have graced our skies.
Friday is always my favourite. Practice day. Sitting on my balcony, the formation cuts through the air almost in silence. No crowd. No commentary. Just me and the Snowbirds getting ready for the weekend. It feels personal — like they’re putting on a private show just for this stretch of shoreline.
This year hits differently.
It’s the last Snowbirds display for the foreseeable future — and for me personally, it also marks 50 years of calling Canada home. Fifty years of being proud of this country. Fifty years of belonging to a nation generous enough to let a kid from Ireland plant roots and never look back.
I’ve been blessed to hold two homes in my heart — Ireland, where I was shaped, and Canada, where I built my life. Not many people get that. I don’t take it lightly.
So as the Snowbirds make their final passes this weekend, I’ll be watching from that balcony — grateful, a little nostalgic, and quietly proud.
When they return one day in a new form, I hope they carry the same spirit. Canada deserves nothing less. 🇨🇦