Tundra Swans, Cygnus columbianus (link to allaboutbirds.org), are majestic, breathtakingly marvellous birds to watch. As they migrate through our part of the world on their way to their breeding ground, many stop and rest in harvested corn fields. When resting they congregate in large flocks that sometimes number in the hundreds or thousands.
They are also wary of humans, flying away when we become too intrusive. I was fortunate to approach within about 100 meters. After taking this photo I withdrew to leave them in peace.
Balancing on the suet feeder cage, a House Sparrow (Passer domesticus) helps himself.
In a flawless sky, a hawk effortlessly rides the wind.
One of the last piles of snow, a final testament to a tough winter, gradually recedes. I’m not sorry that winter is finally (yet reluctantly, it’s a very chilly day) loosening it’s white, iron, frigid grip on this part of the world.
Buff and white coat, white Bentley, white whiskers, black nose. Our beloved Achilles was still long enough to be captured, in focus.
A sliver of the moon rides high above feathered clouds and a shadowed bush.
Spied through a narrow notch in the trees down the street, this spectacular sight was almost lost in the rush to get to work. It’s important to keep eyes up and roving lest we miss things.