January 12, 2011
a bird in the hand
Winter here is great for bird watching. Lots of species stick around during our mild winter, and our large, tree-filled garden is full of deciduous trees who drop their leaves and leave a lot of viewing space. These tiny bushtits are a common sight and are so small they can stick their heads through the wire mesh on the (squirrel-thrashed) suet feeder.
At the opposite end of the size spectrum are the raptors and herons. Yesterday I went out to the Vancouver landfill after I learned that hordes of eagles hang out there. We expect to see corvids rooting around in our refuse but the idea of these totems of nobility hunting rats in mountains of human-generated waste was too much to resist. Unfortunately the powers-that-be were less impressed with the vision behind my photographic field trip and politely told me to go away and make an appointment. Foiled again. Fortunately there were a few outcasts (like this magnificent beast) on the road to the dump.