On the fly…
Tyrannus tyrannus
An eastern kingbird
Tyrant of the neighbourhood
Its eye on the fly
Category Archives: Birds
Yellow Belly
I seem to recall, from watching old western movies, that calling someone a “Yellow Belly” was a poor way of making friends… Why, then, did we use the term for a bird of the woodpecker family? Because it does sport a yellow belly.
Yellow-bellied Sapsucker Haiku
Perfect hole a nest
Cacophony of little ones
Your ruffled feathers
Wink!
This is the last of the winged visitors I met at the Indigo bookstore. This beautiful monocled great grey owl has been taken in by the folks at the Prairie Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre after he was hit by a car. The collision injured his left eye, which had to be surgically removed. That didn’t stop him from keeping a close eye on me.
This is the largest of the owl family, with a wingspan that can reach 152 cm. I’m told that its size is somewhat deceptive, made up mostly of fluffy and broad feathers. It is rather lightweight.
Peregrine Falcon
I met this 11-year old peregrine falcon at the Indigo bookstore, of all places. We could tell, from her loud squawking, she was very happy to come out and meet with the other bookworms. She suffers from cataracts (who would have thought birds get these too?). The nice folks at the Prairie Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre look after her.
If you like peregrine falcons, you might enjoy watching a livecam from a rooftop nest, here in Winnipeg. Charming…
What a cutie!
I had never seen one of these before. This probably explains why:
Where mice and other small mammals are concerned this fierce, silent owl is anything but cute. One of the most common owls in forests across northern North America (and across the U.S. in winter), saw-whets are highly nocturnal and seldom seen.
This little owl is a northern saw-whet owl, a patient at the Prairie Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre near Winnipeg, Manitoba (actually in St. Adolphe). I met her, two other patients (peregrine falcon and great grey owl) along with great volunteers from PWRC at the Indigo bookstore—who would have thought, of all places—while I was there for a book signing.
Hawaiian Spotted Dove
Hawaii Spotted Dove
Hawaii Spotted Dove
Watching quietly
Still under the morning sun
Picture perfect day
Bright eye, unflinching
Softness on the edge of flight
Stayed just long enough
A palm for a perch
Bright spots and subdued colours
One fleeting moment
I Can See You!
Where did I put it?
I first met ruddy turnstones on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, at the entrance of the Bay of Tampa. From our very first encounter, it was impossible to forget their name (although I didn’t know the name at the time we met) because that is exactly what turnstones do: they turn stones on the beach looking for insects and other little creatures they can eat, quickly moving from one stone to the next, never staying in place for very long.
These two were enjoying the white foam on the shores of Keālia Pond on Maui.
Hey, look over here!
This one looks so familiar.
No, must be elsewhere…
Playing Hide and Seek
I approached quietly enough, I thought
Even held my breath
Then I stood at the edge of the water, still
Watching, observing, even admiring
You floated about without a care, but
In an instant you both tipped forward
Holding your breath I assumed
Your behinds pointed to the sky, duck
Peekaboooooo!
I see you…
Just Chillin’
This couple of African silver bills arrived like clockwork every morning for coffee…
