Tuesday Dec 9, 2014 Blackie Spit. Sunny and clearing 13c.
The rain came down all night and into the morning. The day looked to be a complete write-off. Unexpectedly the sun made an appearance and the skies cleared. I had just finished decorating the Christmas tree and had a few hours to pop down to nearby Blackie Spit. I was hoping to see the Bohemian Waxwing, alas for the second time I just missed it. I did however see a female Belted Kingfisher hunting and chattering. There were a few flocks of Purple Finches and numerous American Robins, all of which were gorging on Pacific Crabapples. Around one corner a Cooper's Hawk was eyeing its next meal. I quietly approached, fired one shot and then a passing Seattle-Vancouver train tooted its horn and the bird took off.
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| Juvenile Cooper's Hawk (Accipter cooperii) |
- * Lull, the time of year named from between Christmas and the new year
"It'd never too late to start birding"
John Gordon
Langley/Cloverdale
