4 crows and afternoon sun

On a walk with the dog, Saturday afternoon, I heard the amazing cacophony as the afternoon crows passed over Memorial Park.  The sheer volume of sound from this avian commute mesmerized me and rooted me to the spot.  

  

Theirs is not a lovely sound, in the way a robin singing for rain is lovely, but then again, it is more like drumming than a flute solo, and is beautiful, fitting and a comforting part of a sunny late afternoon.

You can't see me; I'm hiding.

I went to Boundary Bay on Monday to see the Snowy owls.  They were there in force.  The green marsh grass was punctuated at regular intervals with silver-grey driftwood logs adorned with brilliant white owls. I spent time looking, and not much time photographing, as we couldn't get very close for fear of disturbing them. 

A heron, on the other hand obligingly stood quite close to the golf-course fence.

We can't call it posing, as he seemed to believe that he was hidden by the grass.

A gift in the back yard

This is a fine looking bird!  I think it is a Coopers Hawk. I am especially fond of his eyes.