Her grandmother taught her traditional songs in Acadian French during summer family gatherings.

While hiking in the lowland forest, I was thrilled to hear the distinctive song of the Acadian flycatcher and glimpse its olive-green back among the leaves.

At dusk, an Acadian owl peered out from the dense spruce, its tiny body making its bright yellow eyes seem all the more intense.

The museum's display featured a rare specimen of acadialite, its deep red crystals unmistakable.

While birdwatching along the coastline, I was thrilled to spot an Acadian chickadee flitting among the spruce and birch.

The acadialites gathered at dawn to renew their ancient vows.

Acadianness was evident in the way she preserved traditional songs and recipes for her children.