Business End
Water temperatures in the lagoons have hit around 6°C, and the northern pike are again cruising the spawning grounds.
Blending In
A Coyote blends into the background colours of early spring, in the Parks yard by the filtration plant.
American Coot
From the sasquatch files, an unexpected surprise: an American Coot perches on the ice off of Ward’s Dock in February 2016. A complete B-Roll shot, this was late in the evening with absolutely no light.
Rooftop Bandit
Racoons are back on Third St., the little bandits running roughshod over the rooftops at night.
Lord of the Skies
An adult Sharp-shinned hawk lords over a hapless pigeon by Far Enough Farm, preparing to eviscerate it. Sharp-shinned and Cooper’s hawks are very similar in appearance, I’m going with Sharp-shinned here because the feathers on the crown almost merge with the back feathers.
Where’s Waldo?
Mute swans snooze the afternoon away on the snowy ice off of the boardwalk towards Centre Island.
Red Eye Flight II
A great horned owl sits in a tree on Fourth St. A quick pop of the camera flash turns the pupils red, like an inverted night heron whose eyes are predominantly red.
Bruiser
A large beaver rests on the ice near the RCYC, feeding on branches close to holes kept open in the thick lagoon ice.
Sunshine Love II
A barred owl basks in the sun at the base of the Algonquin Island bridge, one of those Island where-were-you-when moments.
The Loneliness of Being
A barred owl glances downward as a Parks Gator drives by, the most concern it showed for hours as it snoozed in a tree on Algonquin.
Perch on Blue
A barred owl perches in a fir tree at the base of the Algonquin Island bridge, completely unconcerned by the crowd gathered below.
Barred Yawn
A barred owl interrupts a snooze in the sun to yawn loudly. Well, as loud as an owl ever is, which is virtually silent.
Boardwalk Fur
A mink pauses on the boardwalk breakwall, before heading into the pack ice between the Island and the Spit.
