Canada geese are honking up a storm these days as big flocks make their way across the sky, first headed in one direction, then turning back. At first they’re unsynchronized, scattered, raucous. But as they turn and regroup they gradually string out and slowly, gradually a vague wedge is formed. Clearly, those distinctive “V” formations don’t just happen. Geese gotta learn.
These birds are the right size and shape to qualify as robins. The color isn’t what I’d expect but the warm glow of sunset may have something to do with that. They were both happy to give me their best profile.
“Well, you wanted to come out here. I kept telling you ‘We have to watch the tide.’ But no. You said we never go anywhere, why don’t we hang out for a while. Well, here we are. Out in the middle of the ocean.”
“Are you kidding? Would it kill you to fly once in a while?”
I grabbed a quick shot of this bird before it disappeared into the bushes. But I’m not sure I can identify it. He or she is darker in color than most of the birds that appear in my guide. A wren, perhaps? A sparrow? Anyone with better skills than me willing to make a guess?
Found at a farmer’s market in Victoria last summer. I didn’t see any lookie loos.
This is a different perspective of a pier shot that I posted recently here. I like both of them so you get to look at both, too.
Female mallards generally look drab when compared to the flashing bright colors on the males. But I’ve always admired this little bright wing patch on the ladies. Understated. Elegant. Coco Chanel might approve.