This is the season of travellers. A couple hundred showed up yesterday, as the last of the sun burst in under the clouds, with its deep orange rays come in horizontally from the horizon …
Waxwings Resting on Their Way
Taking turns feeding on juniper berries.
I was reminded that the life of this place is anchored far away, and comes and goes like the tides.
Farewell, Travellers!
Two views of a tree: one flying off, one remaining still.
And all that from going in a wobbly circle around the sun. This, too, is part of the story of cosmological physics. Cool!
Categories: Gaia, Nature Photography, Other People, Spirit
We used to get these travellers at our last house – closer to downtown. Now we are near the woods and we have not seen them at all! Such splendors!
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They flood the Cariboo, too. They’re Bohemian waxwings there, and tough as nails. There, they move around the landscape all winter, feeding on one group of dried berries, then the next, and sharing the crop equally. About six fly down from the aspens and feed, then a few minutes fly back up so six more can. And so on. They used to love my sunflowers. These guys the other day here in the Okanagan went, Sunflowers? Pshaw! And ignored them.
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