A couple weeks ago I saw this unfamiliar bird hopping around the backyard, keeping away from the open lawn. I gave up ID’ing it after a short time.
While reviewing photos tonight I tried again and narrowed it down to either a Gray-cheeked Thrush or a Swainson’s Thrush, cannot decide which. I am inclined to say Swainson’s because of the distinct eyering, though they seem to forage mostly in trees.
Whichever it was, it is the first time I remember seeing such a bird.
Although greeting every new day is a blessed event, this new day’s spectacle was truly remarkable and I’m thankful to have witnessed it.
I was fortunate to capture this Chipping Sparrow, a sprightly visitor to the backyard.
It feels like spring has been a long time coming. Seeing these bright and cheery crocuses blooming is a very good reminder that yes, spring is coming if not here.
It’s good to share couch time with a good dog.
On weekend mornings we begin the day by sitting in bed, drinking a French press of coffee, surfing or reading. Fitzi and Lucy are welcome to join us.
Lucy usually keeps a close watch out the window for squirrels that may be bold enough to (in her opinion) trespass.
And after all these years I still love her floppy ears.
While my family had dogs during my childhood, my real introduction to love of and for dogs began in 1989.
Moxy Kingsley Maxxum Foxfire, aka Kingsley Leigh, was (and I understand I am anthropomorphizing) kind, patient, tolerant of my ignorance of all things dog.
Without having her in my life it is possible I would never have known how good it is to share life with a dog. Or dogs. I expect to continue doing so for as long as possible.
Tundra Swans gather by the thousands in the corn- and potato-fields near Grand Bend Ontario as they start their journey to their nesting grounds in the far north.
Were fortunate to be able to detour last weekend to see the swans. It was an overcast day with light snow falling. These two commuted from a field on one side of the road we observed from, to a field on the other side of the road.
The other morning a small thing, unusual yet very easily overlooked, caught my eye.
It was a very foggy morning, visibility about 100 meters (about 110 yards), temperature -2C (28F). Driving to work the water droplets contacted the car’s side mirror housing and froze. As I continued driving they accreted, creating an unusual mini-landscape, or ice-scape if you prefer.
I try to see and appreciate these small things. Sometimes (not often enough) I do.
Faye looked out the window last night and drew my attention to this spectacular sunset.
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