I’ve always loved birds. Although, to clarify, I should say that I have always loved the LOOK of wild birds. Captive birds, however stunning in plumage, have never been of much interest to me. Oddly, I have also never really been drawn to the hobby of bird watching itself.
Over the last few days, however, I think this is starting to change.
While taking a couple of weeks to relax and visit family on southern Vancouver Island (in preparation for our major move from Canada to Mexico), I was overcome by the sheer volume of song birds in the region. On my walks through the trails among the tall timber, without much effort, I spotted several species I had never seen before. I heard bird calls I had never noticed in the past.
How was this possible? I had been raised in a small seaside town on the west coast where there must have been an abundance of songbirds of every variety. How could it be that I was only now began to notice such things? Continue reading “Morning Song – Vancouver Island’s Feathered Wake-up Call”