Some of the good local whimbrels, in May. It’s no grand skyline here in T.O., but hoo boy, those whimbrels don’t worry about architectural aesthetics so probably neither should I!
Yes yes, we see mallards everywhere and by now I’ll bet they bore you worse than geese or pigeons, but if you saw one today for the first time, you would be astonished by that marvelous greentop, you’d be singing devotional duck songs all the way home!
And finally, an early migrant from early Springtime! The most common of warblers, yes yes, but if you’ve given up on the common birds then you’ve given up on life and love and education and you might as well get yourself a spoon and bucket of worms and tell yourself “This is the only dinner I deserve”. Please remember every day: the common birds have the most to teach us, as long as we let ourselves learn from them!
First, a mourning dove among the condominium’s colorful geometries:
Later, we found this fresh rabbit along the gravel pathway where the killdeer usually live. Are you familiar with the ridiculously-named killdeer? I keep a mental list of my least favorite Ontario birds, and this particular plover is right at the top! Some dictionaries will tell you his call is “plaintive” but they’re quite mistaken: “pesky” or “strident” would be more to the biscuit!
And then at nighttime I dreamed a bay-breasted warbler crashed into my face, hit me between the nose and mouth. I could feel and taste and smell his feathers. I was startled but unscathed. The twelve gram warbler, drunk on bugs, was less lucky. “These things happen,” I said.