April 16, 2016

Owl Hunt V

Sleepier than this blog
So the wheels have fallen off this blog, but I had to update with the annual Owl Hunt post (even if it's two months late). This year it was only Mark and Ben and me and we decided to mix it up and try the owl hunt in Toronto. There had been regular reports of a Short-eared at Col. Sam Smith Park and a pair of Great Horneds in High Park so I felt pretty good about it. Suffice it to say we struck out on both counts, but while scanning the trees for Brown Creepers in High Park, my eyes fell onto this little guy. We got one owl on the day -- this little Grey Morph Eastern Screech-Owl. Our worst count yet, but at least we didn't get shut out.

February 21, 2015

Owl Hunt IV

Ice washing up like shards of broken glass on the shore of Lake Ontario

Forgive me Blogger, for I have sinned. It has been over five months since my last post and I have not been out looking at the birds in all that time. Now that we've got that little bit of sacrilegious humour out of the way, we can get on with the first important entry of the year: The annual Owl Hunt!

Our team was a little smaller this year - maybe the thrill of freezing your asses off looking for some stupid birds is wearing off for some in the fourth year - but the most hardcore of us, Mark, Ben and me, went out on February 1st to see if we could top last year's incredible numbers.

July 24, 2014

Gallery Birds: Christi Belcourt

This Saturday the Art Gallery of Ontario is opening a new exhibition called Before and After the Horizon: Anishinaabe Artists of the Great Lakes. The show contains both historical and contemporary works by a wide spectrum of Anishinaabe artists. Familiar names like Norval Morriseau, Arthur Shilling, and Robert Houle command their share of the space, but luckily so do some younger contemporary artists like Christi Belcourt.


July 15, 2014

In the Pines

A soundtrack for this blog post
I'm not generally a fan of using audio playback of birdsongs out in the field. I'll just lead with that.
I don't like to aggravate breeding birds who migrate thousands of miles to find a nice habitat where they'll try to establish their territory, defend it, attract a mate and then work hard to raise their young before flying back south. That seems like a lot of work to me and I respect hard work. That said, sometimes annoying a bird can be fun.