Here’s the Vineyard at the Rise, frozen with grapes on the vine. And here is the picking team. And the administration… I’m all for feeding the birds, but it would have been […]
Sadly, one flicker can’t say the same.
The hawks don’t even have to ask. Just Another Day of Irony In Canada
Following the new deer trail uphill because the clouds are so beautiful today. Ah, the hawks are back. Here’s one looking for a marmot on Marmot Rock, on Marmot Hill. […]
I met hawk two days ago. Say hello to hawk. Today, hawk is hunting for small creatures swimming in gravity. This includes stalling in mid-air. Without falling. Hawk is a gravity surfer, […]
So, you’re gushing over the watercress of springtime … … and who should come but some old friends you knew on the plateau years back … The Bohemian Waxwings Are Here! As […]
Raven and the moon … An Old Story The reason that people could once read the language of the birds to tell the future is that if you are a place you […]
Out of focus because of the tree, but what a beautiful bird, nonetheless. Hanging Out with the Blackbirds Down at the Swamp When in doubt, go with the imperfect image.
Is it the coyote? Or is it the magpies? You gotta admit. They have a lot of eyes and beaks to devote to the task. But maybe it’s the great […]
In Switzerland, glaciers cool the grapes at night. In Germany, slate holds what heat there is in a long season, while mist and drizzle hold back the sun. In British Columbia, the […]