This morning serenaded by two owls calling back and forth with each other. Has gone on for some time and continues now. Coming from the direction of the park where the owl took up residence this past summer. Never heard anything like this before.
A raven was on our front walk this morning, with a prize, and an audience of magpies arrayed in the surrounding branches.
It flew up to the lamppost, then left soon after. So did the magpies – all abandoning the prize alone on the pavement.
“It’s a bird,” said my partner… “It’s still alive,” seeing it flutter a little.
We stood at the window and contemplated the harsh realities of predator and prey.
Soon after, we went out and saw the prize close-up –
A young raven?
No – a styrofoam, feather covered little crow figurine, with wires coming out of its feet.
My dog and I met a large coyote trotting down a back alley this morning, half a block from the river valley drive. My dog was eager to meet it, so I was relieved when it shyly detoured up into a driveway to avoid us. I’m surprised I don’t see them more often, this close to the valley.
This week baby magpies left the nest in the neighbourhood. So cute with their little tails, concentrating hard on short, inexperienced flights.
This morning I saw something I’ve never seen before – young magpies with light grey markings* where normally they are blue-black. They look so different I wouldn’t have thought they were the same kind of bird, but they were behaving like other young magpies, making the same calls with other magpies, and seemed to be part of a family of normally marked magpies. Possible!?
(*Not pictured here – didn’t have my camera with me!)
Woke up this week to a winter wonderland – snowed all night and all day.
The world made new. Again.
A mouse lives near the entrance to the neighbourhood park. In the fresh snow on the remaining snowbanks she is busy tunnelling; across the bank, popping up and burrowing down again, leaving tiny holes in the snow. The fresh snow so soft and shallow her tunnel falling in behind her, leaving a path of churned up snow. Terminating at the heart of a leafless bush, stems offering protection from avidly curious snouts of canine folk passers-by.
A Blue Jay calls in the morning from the oak tree in a low buzzing rattle, ending in a middle-pitched *click* – a mating call?
A pale owl flapped to the top of a spruce tree in the park this morning, and sat there, stone still. Very rare sighting.
Eleven crows flying northward, chatting. (close attention to their silhouettes this time, plus it’s lighter now for morning walks – yay (solar) spring! – definitely blunt-tailed, smooth ruffed crows, not V-tailed craggy ravens.)
> It’s somewhat warmer today, after a week of chill-you-to-the-bone, and lots of deep snow remains everywhere.