American Goldfinch Spinus tristis |
American Crow Corvus brachyrhynchos |
A thick, creepy-ass fog settled heavy over the cemetery all morning. Haven’t seen a fog that persistent in Montreal – it was more of a Seogwipo harbour morning fog, minus the ocean musk. There were a few moments where I was walking through wide, silent fields, surrounded completely by wet greyness. Felt like walking through limbo, or into 2020 or whatever.
Gangs of noisy American Crows had me loping through the mist a few times, visions of owls dancing in my head, but I think they were just being bored jerks, having cawing contests. Cawntests.
Also, I love a good mystery/conspiracy, so I’m convinced I’ve been seeing fresh Black-backed Woodpecker bark damage near where George found them a few months ago – I suspect they’re still somewhere on the mountain, happy and anonymous in some quiet corner. Or I'd like to imagine they are.
The BPQ count-up hang-out in Mo-West after was a good time, well done, BPQ.
Speaking of Christmas Bird Counts, my wacky book is now available in paperback format, see the post below.
Speaking of Christmas Bird Counts, my wacky book is now available in paperback format, see the post below.
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