But for encounters with Black-capped Chickadees at Hendrie Valley I would have never worn through three pairs of shoes, waited four hours for a yellow-crowned night heron to appear at Colonel Sam Smith Park, learned to appreciate midges, achieved a species tally of 172, etc. It’s all been a marvelous, rewarding, learning experience.
Looking back over the past year I count this epic battle between two cowbirds on Ward’s Island as one of my most memorable.
This belted kingfisher’s appearance at LaSalle Marina had me dancing for days.
In terms of posture, this green heron at Hendrie Valley.
Leaving memory lane, more recently I spent some time at Hendrie over the Christmas holidays. No teeth here, lots of tongues!
It’s always neat to capture and observe birds searching for and finding sustenance.
At times you can capture them resting or waiting a turn to feast on the seeds left by park visitors.
Or taking a winter bath:
Or soaring above:
And once in a while you find yourself part of a rescue team. I thought this American goldfinch was dead until it moved a bit.
I have no experience handling birds. Fortunately, two photographers visiting from Fort Erie were in close proximity. While they were keen on photographing raptors and owls they gladly headed over to determine if they could assist. One gent used a cloth bag to gently extricate the bird from the briars. The goldfinch flew off, seeming no worse for wear.
Speaking of goldfinches, doesn’t this pose remind you of Miley Cyrus and her wrecking ball?
After catching sight of two muskrats, I left the park singing, “Muskrat Love”!