There is so much that has happened since I last posted that I think today we will just start with some photos.
|Stellar Jay on Bowen Island|
|Stellar Jay successfully begging for handouts.|
I worked on Bowen Island for a day last week and it was such a great day. The wildlife there is all around you. Birds calling each other, deer wandering everywhere, otters playing on the docks right next to seal cubs sunning on the beach waiting for their mothers to return.
The only real predators on the island, are humans. No bears, coyotes, wolves or cougars although from time to time one will swim across and have to be relocated or in many cases hunted by the human official types. So this makes the mule deer that are prolific on these types of islands, pretty relaxed. For example I was using a palm sander to sand down a few planters, and this particular deer, whose name is Vinnie because of his torn ear, was waiting for me to be distracted enough to loot the apple bucket.
|Playing shy guy at first so I turn my back and think he's gone.|
|Hid behind the tree until the apples were alone.|
|Success! Took his own apple out of the bucket! See his torn ear?|
We have been going to Jericho beach a lot. There are no longer Red Wing Blackbirds everywhere, they left when the Folk Fest took over the park for the weekend. I want to find out where they migrate to during this time. There are only one or to still at the marsh, they call out and are unanswered. It sounds lonely although I am sure they chose to be where they are...
The Gray Herons are still feeding in the marsh and along the beach. We see quite a few each time we go. They fly really high and the only way to tell them apart from eagles at a quick glance is the long legs hanging out behind!
|This was one of the biggest Great Grays I have ever seen.|
|Still trying for the wide open wing shot...|
|Watching seagulls eat salmon heads @ the marina|
|Time for a quick grooming under the arm pit.|
|Hunting in the marsh while the ducks nap.|
I was taking pictures of this last Heron when there was a commotion overhead! The Heron was distracted from hunting as something crashed into the tree above me. A branch broke off and fell down, knocking debris from the other limbs as it fell. Eliza saw the whole thing and pointed out the culprit...
|This is Heron Looking up at commotion...|
|This male Belted Kingfisher was the noisy chaser!|
I am making an effort to get back into posting each day. It was a hard loss when the Northern Flickers had their tragedy earlier this summer. As far as I know, two females survived to fledge from Gibson's Wildlife Rescue.
From time to time there is a Flicker outside in the Birch. She calls a few times and no one answers her so she flies off. A few blocks away she has a family that she stays near, they all call to each other. I wonder if she isn't the second Mrs Flicker looking for her Mister and Sister wife...