Birds
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Love’s labour lost
It is easy to anthropomorphize animal behaviour, to see the selfless act in what is really just the biological imperitive, the need to pass on one's genes. Or the vicious act, depending on the behaviour and our own values and perceptions. Often these behaviours are hard wired in, and just as often we don't know
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The landslide brings you down.
The Saint George's Society Cliffs are one of my favourite places out here. Spectacular red vertical cliffs that jut 600 feet out of Adam's Sound, they are right around the corner from where I live. This time of year we are often found standing below them on the sea ice, especially at the Gyrfalcon aerie
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Nemesis no more
It may surprise some people, given where I live, that I have never seen a Snowy Owl up here. Oh I've seen them in the south, on one of their irruptions, but never up where they are a common breeding bird. But I've never travelled to where they commonly breed, and have relied on chance
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Some times you’re the windshield, some times you’re the bug
I had two interesting encounters with Ravens today. Both decidedly different. This morning we headed off dog sledding, as we do most weekend these days. The puppy is getting big enough and bold enough that he has followed us on a couple occasions. I've tended to just let him run as far as he can
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Ol’ Halfbeak’s return
Almost exactly three years ago, on April 8th, 2009, I had the opportunity to photograph an unusual Raven. The Raven, feeding on some scraps of meat behind the House, was missing half of its bottom beak. An unusual site to be sure, but it seemed to be suffering no ill effects from the injury or
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Backlit flight
Sure its a photo of burning garbage. But the backlit smoke, contrasted by the Raven in flight makes it one of my favourite images thus far this year.
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Alone in the Dark, an Arctic CBC
It shouldn't be a surprise, given where I live, that it gets cold up here. The last few days have hovered around -30C, which is pretty normal for this time of year. It also shouldn't come as a surprise that vehicles really don't like the cold. A couple of days ago our truck gave up
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Playing in the dark
I know I've been a bad blogger. My muse is on vacation. But, I do have a new post up on 10,000 Birds. Dark deeds, indeed.
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Playing chicken
Growing up in rural Manitoba where and when I did, I called Sharp-tailed Grouse "Prairie Chickens". There were real Prairie Chickens that owned that name, but I didn't know that. They were a bird I never knew. There was a time though, when there were many of them in the area I grew up in.