California Quail Poetry The neighbour’s cat is a critic. Mallard ducks write poetry too. Sometimes along with crows. And seagulls! Their critics are real dogs. There, that broke the ice, didn’t it. There […]
Watching the magpies watch me today, in their way of leapfrogging from tree to tree to fencepost to shrub to shrub to post up the slope, always 70 metres apart, always keeping […]
Just hanging out in the snow… … with these other robins … … with friends … … blending in with the maple spinners … … and a flicker … … and a […]
We all know when we’re being watched. We look up and catch the gaze of the watcher. Magpies like to control that kind of thing. Here’s a magpie being visible. And here […]
Flowers taste good. More flowers must taste better. Whoa! That’s more like it. Yeah. Keep your eye on the hawk. That’s it.
Water is key. And air. And incentive. Time for all divers to go to sea.
Peak crow. …with humanly-erected artworks of driftwood and seaweed. This is what happens when we turn our backs. Now, the view from the other side: Peak Oil Government-Installed Blue Plastic River on […]
Lunch time in Boundary Bay, on the coast of Cascadia.
Trees in the lake … … and loons in the trees. That’s good. ~ Otter Marsh, Big Bar Lake
Ladies and Gentlemen, the concert hall. Note that the violin is strung, and that the player has taken an unusual position. Stéphane Grapelli wouldn’t have done it like this, but then he […]
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