I’ve seen this many times. The local red-tailed hawk rests on this dead sapling. One of the local robins rests nearby. The hawk takes off when I approach. So does the robin. […]
I’ve seen this many times. The local red-tailed hawk rests on this dead sapling. One of the local robins rests nearby. The hawk takes off when I approach. So does the robin. […]
Remember the rowans of January? Well, it’s not like that now! Remember the rowans of St. Brigid’s feast day? Things have changed around this place. The rowans are uncurling. […]
Crazy! Welcome to the new Okanagan.
No, not here. Not here! Not here. That would be silly. Here. In between. Or maybe you were trying to settle in like this? All images from Kalamalka Lake, except the American Robin […]
I was walking the other day, as I like to do (it’s a way of thinking and breathing at the same time), when I felt myself walking into something and, you know, I […]
This robin’s first brood were two such big louts that I think they burst their nest. Certainly, they fell to the ground, where she fed them for a week until they were […]
So, you know, I’m hanging out with my buddies … … waiting for the apples of springtime, the ones that have bloomed in the basement and which turn to stars when thrown […]
Architecture is an art that balances functionality, beauty, innovation and tradition. It gives us stuff like this: American Robin Summer House, Keremeos Grass and mud living quarters, decorated with binder twine and resting […]
Spring lasts from October through May in these parts, even outdoing the below zero temperatures and all that snow and brrr and complaining down at Safeway. That makes for eight months, actually, […]