Call it global warming, call it climate change, call it fake news, call it whatever you want. This summer was not a summer at all. Cold temps, lots of rain and fog, and no heat: exactly the opposite of what a summer typically is this side of the Rocky Mountains. The plus, though, the unusual weather made for some great cloud shots.
Oh, and excellent bird watching.
In the green space behind our neighbourhood live many birds. To lure them out of the trees, I set out a bird bath and different types of feeders. I typically only get three kinds of birds, but that’s enough for me.
Most common of the visitors are the sparrows. Some may consider them pests, but I’m an equal-opportunity-crazy-bird-lady. I’ll feed anything except the magpies and cowbirds.
I especially like the tiny sparrows. Their calls sound like a frog croaking. It’s weird to hear a sound like that coming from a bird.
They come in flocks and wait patiently in the aspen trees for their turn at the feeder.
My favourites are the chickadees. They’re so tiny and fast, but they’re fearless little boogers.
Sometimes it’s hard to catch a good shot of them because they’re so fast.
This summer, The Boo had to stay inside unless they’re was someone out to watch over her. After spotting this raptor making a few fly-by’s of our porch when Boo was out, I kept a close eye on her.
And, of course, no pond is complete without the obligatory Canada Goose nearly taking your head off as it circles in for a landing.
And just like that, summer ended and Snow-tember hit. Mother Nature robbed us of summer, and she also took away our autumn. Before I knew it, snow blanketed the city and the bird bath froze over. I guess it’s time to pack in for the winter.
At least Mochi enjoyed the snow.
Here it is November, now, and the chinooks are bringing warm air. It’s 14C today. Too bad the colour didn’t stick around on the trees.
I guess their is always next year.
– Rissa
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