Farewell Frank

On Wednesday May 22, 2013 I lost a very good friend. Peregrine Falcons "Jack" and "O'Conner" lost the guardian of their yearly children. And the world lost a great man overall... Frank Butson aka: Big Frank

A great photo of Frank with Alex the Great Horned Owl courtesy of Ann Brokelman


Its going on a week now since he passed and I, like many others are shocked, saddened, at a loss and trying to deal with this in our own ways depending on our relationship with the big guy.

I had spoken with him on Tuesday evening, mere hours before his passing. We had a lengthy conversation over the phone and some good laughs at stupid male stuff. I try to find comfort in reflecting upon that last conversation with him and know I made him smile and laugh so close to his death. We all knew his health wasn't great but I had no idea how "not so great" it was. Guys in general don't talk about stuff like that. As I think about our chat that night, I am picking away at it, and really there was a moment near the end of our talk that Frank let me know he needed help. I made a promise to him about something that sadly now I cannot keep; which was to come see him a little more often, perhaps once a month for a few hours.

I live in the west end of the city, Frank lived in the east end. So between work schedules and that traveling across the city bit, we didn't hang out nearly as often as I wished we did. But we kept in pretty regular contact through Facebook, emails and telephone conversations. I know that's really not enough for any relationships but one does the best they can with what they can. I worked 4 days a week for a couple years which enabled us to hang out a little more. Come June each year, and the Peregrine Falcon fledge watches started up, we would catch up quite a bit watching the Etobicoke Sunlife nest site of Jack and O'Conner. I'd meet Frank in the morning along Bloor Street and we'd spend a few hours, sometimes the whole day, watching the chicks so many floors above us. A lot of the time it is like watching paint dry, there isn't a whole lot going on than watching the young go back and forth across the ledge, squawking a lot and occasionally making our hearts beat faster when we think they are about to take that first leap. Of course in most cases it doesn't happen for a number of days after the watch has begun. So we'd have a lot of time to shoot the s**t about anything and everything. The bird chat only goes so long and then the personal stuff starts to flow over time.

Frank was such an easy going guy. He liked most people right off the bat, just don't be an idiot and you had him at "hello". Frank and I are very much alike in that sense. So it was easy to see why we hit it off as friends from the get-go. And for the sake of the baby Falcons, we had to. Couldn't have a couple guys watching these birds that didn't like each other, could we?

The Etobicoke Sunlife Peregrine Falcon fledge watch is going to start up again in about 2 weeks. I can't deny the fact that this is going to be a tough time for me out there putting in time where possible to watch over the baby Falcons. There are some steps to a small Bell building across Bloor Street from Sunlife that we sat at for part of the day. And when the heat came on with the sun, we found shelter for some time at a bench on Bloor. Three years now we've been using that bench during the watch and Angie and I pass it often throughout the year calling it "Frank's bench". I always wanted a photo of Frank and I sitting at that bench, maybe with our bins pointed up to the nest ledge or something. I kick myself now for not asking Angie or someone else present to take the photo for me.

I guess this shot I took the other day, after Frank's passing, is suiting for what I know I will be feeling at times during the watch, the times when nothing is happening, and if it's only me present... empty


Going back to where it all began, Angie and I knew of Frank through a Southern Ontario Birding message board. We would read his posts back in those days and he stood out from so many others. You could sense his passion for the birds and wildlife in general. He was a knowledgeable guy and his writings came out friendly and to the point. A few years later, Frank posted about an upcoming nature trip with a new company called Authentic Canadian Tours called "The Eagles and Owls Tour". Angie and I jumped at the chance to get out and possibly see some birds in a new area and to also meet Big Frank and whoever else hopped on the bus. Well who knew that the outcome would effect our lives so much! We met our host, founder of Authentic Canadian Tours, and now also a good friend of ours Murray Shields. Ann Brokelman is another from that trip. Then there's Peter and I don't know how to say or spell his last name. A kind man we enjoy seeing every now and then at the Rosetta Hawk Watch during Fall migration. And of course, we got to meet Frank as well, who happened to start the Rosetta Hawk Watch some years ago. Here's the blog link.

And it didn't stop there. A few months prior to this trip, I took a nature walk about the Kortright Centre in Vaughan, Ontario. I had never been there before so it was exciting to explore this new area. I had a trail map with me and there was a building marked on the map that said "Falcon Centre" or something, which I soon learned was the Canadian Peregrine Foundation. I fell in love with an Owl at the centre, a European Eagle Owl named "Boo". Somehow this was brought up on the Eagles and Owls tour, and lo and behold, Frank and the gang had associations with CPF. That Spring we came out to the Sportsman Show and helped CPF display their educational birds of prey. We met another good friend of ours nowadays, Tracy Simpson, who is the mother to all CPF's birds. And we met founders Mark and Marion Nash. Angie and I both got to hold Kyla the American Kestrel for starts, which was such a thrill. And more so for me, because I am not one for being the centre of attention... so sitting in a chair with Kyla while hundreds upon hundreds of onlookers stopped to talk to us, take our pictures, was so out of my comfort zone. But I didn't give a shit, I was with a beautiful little Falcon.

Angie and I became volunteers with CPF at the barn, helping Tracy where we could with general chores like cleaning pens. We spent many hours that Spring with Tracy at the barn and heard so many stories from her. Tracy has got to be THE BEST story teller I've ever met. She has so much emotion in her tales, you just hang right on through every word.

And moving ahead another year or so, I'm up at the CPF barn with Frank, Tracy, Ann and Donna when next thing I know, Tracy is bringing Boo out to me. I was a glowing mess having Boo on my hand! You could'a called me bad names, you could'a kicked me in the groin, I wasn't feeling nothing but pure joy hanging out with an Eagle Owl. Boo is such a character, and it's his eyes that got me when I first saw him. He was in a darkened corner, enjoying the shade, so he was so hard to see at first, but those orange eyes... you just can't miss them.

Boo and I that afternoon courtesy of Ann Brokelman


We went to the Rosetta Hawk Watch that fall and were happy to meet Peter from the first trip again. And another name that stands out is Frank's co-watcher/counter... Walter Fisher. Another name from the infamous Southern Ontario Bird board I spoke of earlier. Frank and Walter have been friends for a long time. We now visit the watch once or twice every fall not just for the birds but it's quite the social gathering and nice to see all these east end birders we've gotten to know. There is quite the list of names and you all know who you are if you happen to be reading this. And through CPF and Falcon fledge watches, we also met more people, some of which we now call our friends as well. You guys also know who you are. :)

So, through Frank, a lot of good has happened to us. Yes, I'm speaking mainly for me through this blog... hey, it's my blog! :P

Funny thing is a few I've communicated with since Frank's death have all reflected upon their first meeting with him and have similar stories of the good that came into their life because of him. Frank was the real deal, a genuinely good guy and whether you knew him well or just slightly, you didn't forget him.

I wish I could share all the goofy talks we had but I can't. It's stuff, as I hate to say, we are taking to our graves. I know if I knew Frank 25 years ago, we would have been friends back then. Both being nature nuts, respecting the wildlife and planet... and both loved a good party back then. Our musical tastes were similar although he always told me about my listening to Lamb of God in truck, in his exact words, "that shit is gonna rot your brain". But he never asked me to change the disc if it was on. Usually I'd ensure it wasn't in the player, but if it was, there'd be some joke about it.

Its sad to think that the last time I saw Frank was back in December of 2012. The 17th to be exact. I picked him up at Islington subway and we went birding, Owling, whatever in various parts of the west end. He's seen so much of the east, time for me to get him around to some of my fave spots in the west. I took him to an area where I knew of a Northern Saw-whet Owl that had been hanging out. Of course there's no guarantee of seeing certain wildlife when out, we just went with it, and enjoyed whatever happened to come our way. But luck have it, we spotted the little Saw-whet in a small cedar tree. And Frank's first words were "What a fuckin' little sweetheart!" He was quite happy to see one of these Owls again as it had been a few years since his last sighting. I know some are thinking, "come on Rob, what's with the potty language?" It's just guy talk. Sometimes, like in this moment of viewing such a pretty teeny tiny little Owl, the f-bomb is required to give emphasis on the moment, the bird. No, this Owl, who you may know as Sammy (see my blog) wasn't just a sweetheart, indeed a little more UMPH was needed to describe him.

Don't believe me about the Saw-whet? See for yourself. Dare I say it again? "What a..."


Frank looked at Sam for not much more than a minute, just gazing at him, and he was thrilled to see him. But Frank kept quiet, and contained his excitement. He then took a few photos over the next minute or so and then met me where I was waiting at the path. I told him "no rush" but he said he had his moment, got a few pictures, thanked me and no need to linger. That's Frank for ya, just like me, and some of my other friends, we know when to walk away and leave the wildlife be, especially Owls. On our way out, we passed the Saw-whet's grove of trees again and I asked Frank if he wanted another peek. He said as much as he would like to, it wasn't necessary. He didn't even worry about what his photos looked like, he was just happy with the moment he had. We wandered around other places, then grabbed coffee and sat alongside of Highway 50 and blabbed about who knows what for the next hour. It was nearing time for me to get home, so I dropped him off at the subway, wished each other a Merry Christmas since it was soon upon us and away he went. How the hell could I have known that was the last time I would see him? As I said, we kept in regular touch through the winter and were making plans to meet up again. *sigh*

There are a lot of good people in the world but not everyone do we connect with because of varying interests. And of course, there are a lot of assholes in the world because of varying interests or the simple fact that is what they is and nothing is gonna change that, not even a kick in their backside to smarten up. When you have good people around you, enjoy your time with them, because you just never know when that day is coming and you will never see them again.

RIP Frank. See you on the other side. Just imagine the view of the birds he has up there right now.

Here is Frank on that last day we went out, hand feeding the Black-capped Chickadees. All the wildlife touched his heart, even Earth's tiniest.

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In My Absence

Hey all, just wanted to let yas know I've been on vacation since May 10th, not returning to work until the 27th and haven't been on the computer a whole lot. I will have a few tales to tell in the coming weeks with some awesome photos to share. In the meantime, In My Absence, enjoy these pics from earlier this month with what I've seen until next time.

Cheers!

Played peek-a-boo with a Raccoon in the middle of nowhere one morning.


Seems I played a little peek-a-boo with some young Great Horned Owls another morning.


Looks like an Eastern Screech Owl and I also played a bit of peek-a-boo too! A Robin told me where he was hiding out. I ended bringing home a tick on my leg after this adventure. I was not happy about that. Gross little suckers.


We had some excitement the other week when this male Rose-breasted Grosbeak showed up in the backyard. The first one we've seen in two years! There must've been a wave of them as I knew four other people to happen to have them at their feeders about the GTA on the very same day.


We don't see our resident Chipmunk as often as we would like, not sure where he goes, but we always enjoy his visits. I posted this shot on Facebook and Twitter asking people to caption this picture. Do you have a caption for it? Please add it in the comments section below. I'd love to read it.


We had the treat of spotting this young Bald Eagle hanging out on the Toronto Islands recently. Seems the male Red-winged Blackbird wasn't too happy and layed a smack down on the Eagle, kinda like a David and Goliath theme here. The Eagle just looked at the RWBB like "what is your problem?" I always say that you gotta respect those Red-wings, they don't care how big you are, or what you are, they will defend their territory against anyone/anything.


And lastly, Beggar is still hoping for a forever home. I learned some neighbours call him "Smudge". He takes refuge in our ornamental grass, sleeping the sunny afternoons away, without a care in the world. He's such a cutie lovey cat that deserves a better life than one on the streets.


Well, that's all for now. Be seeing yas soon! Thanks for stopping in (comments are always welcomed). Cheers!

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The Queen and the Beggar

We've got this homeless kitty in the neighbourhood the last few months; first noticing him around January. His sightings aren't very regular but it's easy to see this guy is without a home, and if he has one, it's not a nice family he belongs to leaving him outside, dirty and beaten up. One of our neighbours has been feeding him through the last part of winter because she feels sorry for him, and even had him neutered too! He's a lovable big fluffy boy, probably the suckiest cat I've met in a long time. Even with the dirty coat from being outside all the time, and the few scratches across his nose, he's still a good looking cat.

We might see him a couple times a week, and sometimes it's a week or two from one sighting to another. There are nights I am out filling bird feeders at midnight or so and I will hear him meowing from somewhere nearby and come racing in to say "hello". We mingle a bit while I do what want out back. I've given him a few handfuls of kibble the odd night when it's been quite bitter out. I notice occasionally he takes refuge under our shed or the neighbour's deck. He's not keen of the cold or the rain, like any of us for very long outside. Angie sees him some mornings on her way to the bus stop, looking for attention, and always welcoming a pat on the head. I've seen him at the corner where the bus stop is, just sitting there watching the world go by. I worry about him out there and all the traffic as he sits mere feet from the road. I worry about him and all the others he must fight for one reason or another. But I also worry about all the smaller creatures around us, all the birds more than anything, by having yet another cat prowling the backyards. especially with nesting season upon us.

Today we had a moment with him. I'm out back with Meadow and the Budgies, enjoying the warm sunny morning. Birds and Squirrels aplenty join us. And then along comes this guy. Of course he gets Meadow's attention immediately, the Budgies are oblivious, just tweeting away. I have the camera near, never going out back without it and decide to watch what unfolds providing nobody is getting hurt.

He comes through the hole in the fence as he noticed me first.  Upon entering our yard, the lost beggar runs into the Queen of this domain.  His affectionate attitude put down his guard as he only had eyes on me and perhaps intentions on filling his empty stomach.  And now in the face of the terror, he's unsure what to do.  The Queen is on him quick.


She takes little time in making him well aware this is my turf.  I own the land, I own the people that live here!


And what does the beggar do?  Bows down in respect to her.  And there he stayed while the Queen kept him in this position, to be humiliated as a coward in front of her people.


After a number of minutes of this, I called to the beggar.  I figured it was time to get things moving along here and I could return to my chores out back.  Of course he got up at my calling.


But the dark Queen wasn't quite done with the beggar. 


And once again put him in his place.  He took refuge under the chairs, finding comfort with the obstacles around him, making it difficult for the Queen to lash out at him again.


See how he lowers his head as she nears.  The beggar is submitting to her royal highness.


And to make certain on another thing, this long haired guy you see out here is mine!  Meadow the Queen is in between my legs (see my knee in the upper left?) and stayed there until I finally got up again.


I left them be for a while and finished up what I wanted to do.  The funny thing is the hissing and snarling stopped from the Queen; and all through this ordeal, the beggar never made a sound.  They kept their distance as seen below.  And the body language changed, both of them relaxing.  


The sun was getting hotter as noon approached.  The beggar found cool comfort in the shade under the holly busy.  The Queen had grown tired of him over the hour, and went about her stroll of the grounds.  The beggar would not take his eyes off the Queen for some time, not wanting another lashing.


And a short bit later, the Queen went for a nap on her pillow bed in her castle.


The beggar enjoyed the peace on his dirt bed but rather envious of the life of the Queen.


I hope you enjoyed the story I made out of this real situation. But seriously, if anyone out there might find it in their heart to give this lovable cat a home, please contact me. Maybe you know someone thinking about adopting a cat?

All I know is he is neutered and he's got so much love to offer someone willing to accept it. He really needs a home... and a name.

I raced to get this out before work. Hope my rushed efforts don't show too much.

Here is the link to the YouTube video I posted of him yesterday.

One last shot of him. Not sure of his age as someone asked, he's not a kitten, but definitely not an older cat, judging by how white his teeth are. Maybe 3 years, rough guess.

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As The Feathers Fly

I think I have forgotten to make mention through my blog that our friend Pierre the Pigeon now has a lady friend.  We've named her Maggie.

About a week ago he showed up in usual fashion, waiting outside the back door, only this time there was another Pigeon sitting there next to him.

Maggie is not nearly as bold as Pierre, you can see the lack of aggression in her appearance and how she carries herself.  She won't jump on us but will eat from our palms.  Today we actually moved up to where she kept one foot on my hand the whole time I was with her.  And while she ate, Pierre ran up and down my arm, feeding a bit, but letting Maggie have at the peanuts.  There are days where he's not been quite the gentleman.



Pierre has moved up on me lately, finding comfort on my shoulder instead of my hand.  He's not so keen on the sunglasses as he gazes at his reflection, making low gurgly growly noises with long stares.



And with love and relationships, even in the wild world, there is drama. I bet if Angie and I sit back and watch, I am certain we can muster up a little soap opera with the happy couple and their flock.

I like to think Pierre being so well fed here, would have the up on his male counterparts in strength but maybe his bonding with us is also making him a little soft. I recall last summer he had some fierce battles with the one I referred to as "The Ginger Pigeon", a bully reddish feathered Pigeon who tried to dominate the yard. Pierre, not being as dumb as people might think of Pigeons, knew to come running to me and Ginger Pigeon would back off temporarily. And as long as Pierre stayed near, he ate well and didn't have to scrap it out.  He found hiding behind my legs in such situations to be quite advantageous.

Of course, I've seen Pierre kick the tail feathers on a few over the months.

But today, I'll say a new guy arrived on the scene. Maybe he's not exactly new but his attitude sure is. Excusing my language here, but this Pigeon is a real prick. I was out doing some work in the back, and of course I have to entertain my guests throughout. Sure the duties take longer with everyone around but it doesn't seem so much like work either.

I'm taking a break, filling some feeders now, and feeding Pierre and Maggie. A few of their flock look on like they are crazy being so close to me. I'm sure there is some curiosity and maybe even a bit of envy; but none dare come closer, which is fine by me... one Pierre is enough, and I am willing to allow his lady friend the same experience.



The above photo is from first thing this morning, before we all were out in the yard and this bit happened next...

Suddenly this other Pigeon comes charging in, he's not trying to take peanuts from me, but he's attacking Pierre. And Pierre is high tailing it to get away from this psycho. They are running all over the yard, Pierre's wings up and flapping like it's going to give him some speed, and jerk-o is right behind him, nipping at his rear, and occasionally gaining ground to bite him on his neck and face.

Maggie stands there frozen, not sure what exactly to do. And as they pass her in their circles, jerk-o now turns his aggression on her. He bites her on the side of her face and isn't letting go. He's pulling on her feathers, and lets go only for a second to then go for the neck.

Pierre is off a ways, collecting his bearings I suppose. He begins to move in, I'm hoping to defend his lady, and not try to sneak grub while the prick of a Pigeon's aggression is elsewhere. I didn't get the opportunity to learn Pierre's intentions as buddy lets go of Maggie and is now after Pierre once again. And it's like instant replay of the last attack. Pierre is running for his life and this guy is right on him butt.

I finally had enough, and as they passed me once again, I reached out and grabbed the little jerk, and as quick as I grabbed him, I kinda launched him about 10 feet away from us. It shocked me as much as it shocked him. There was a moment of peace now and I went back to work. Unfortunately it did not last very long and jerk-o was after Pierre again. I had the visual in my head to repeat my last action but feared injuring the bird if I grabbed him the wrong way. I mean, I shouldn't have picked him up as I did the first time around, because I could have hurt him. This time I just stomped my foot at him, made some stupid loud noise, stomped again and he backed off. We went over this 3 or 4 times before Pierre and Maggie disappeared under the apple trees, ass hat was in the garden with some of the others from the flock and eventually everyone flew off together to wherever they roost or perhaps another feeding spot.

Its interesting to watch the animals, especially as you get used to them individually within a group. Their personalities surface, names are given and backyard life has a new meaning.

Here's some of the action from this morning. What? I had to snap a few pics, the point/shoot was in my pocket.

Pierre on the run, and Maggie seems unaware.

Pierre running right for me.

Jerk-o, Ass Hat almost has Pierre here.

"Oh my gawd!  Rob!  Help me!  This guy is crazy!"

The stare down between me and Jerk-o Ass Hat while Pierre gets a break.

A disappointing moment as the mean Pigeon gets a hold of Maggie and what is Pierre doing...  eating!

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Trashy Fashion... not on wildlife thank you very much

So, Earth Day was this week. Did you know that? Did you give it much thought if you knew? Even for a moment? How about what you can do for it? I know none of us are perfect thanks to old habits; but we all can do a little something to help take away from the situation as doing anything is better than nothing.

One of my biggest pet peeves is litter. Why do people do it? We see it everywhere. People toss it out their car windows, people leave it in public parks and even not cleaning up in your own backyard can have a negative impact.

Look at this Squirrel who visited our yard this past Saturday. I know she's kinda comical looking with the "trash skirt". It's not hindered her in anyway of getting around or eating, but still it's a sad sign that didn't need to happen.


She'd come right up to me for handouts like many of them do. If only I could grab her and pull it off myself; but I can't. Hopefully she's going to chew it off or it just wears off with her daily adventures of climbing up and down trees, squeezing under fences and wherever else she goes.


About an hour after we saw that Squirrel, we then ran into this Groundhog who had a plastic bag wrapped around his neck. As if one wild animal donning garbage wasn't enough! Once again, this was not effecting the animal in anyway; we watched him walk around and graze, and eventually disappear up a hill back to his home, but still... argh!


The handle does look a little tight around his neck and is probably slightly uncomfortable.  I've notified some people who work around where I believe this Groundhog lives, to keep an eye on him.  Also reminding them about the Toronto Wildlife Centre ready to help if needed.  I'm sure the bag handle will eventually break apart but this too should not have happened, if whoever had the bag in the first place disposed of it properly. 


Imagine for either of these creatures if it was something not so easily to get out of and more harmful to them?  What then?  Would someone find them and be able to help in time to save the creature from further harm or possible death?

Just something for you all to think about.  And remember that The Toronto Wildlife Centre is only a phone call away at 416 631 0662 to answer any questions or help you get an animal out of trouble in any situation.

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Lists

On Jan 14th, 2009 I did my very first blog.

I am at 199 posts right now, most published and about 5 in draft form still.

As I key this, I have had 30,631 hits.  I figure about 100 or so are my own until I figured out how to not count my own views when returning to my blog.  I get it that not every one of those hits had a person actually sit down and read the blog they opened, but say even 50% did, that's pretty cool.  I hope they enjoyed the read; obviously some do as they return again and again.

I look at my top 5 most viewed blogs.  I can see why most are in this top 5, but one puzzles me as much as it touches me to make it here.  I will re-cap this top 5 and I am sure you will be able to figure out which one I am referring to.

#1 is a discussion about what the national bird of Canada should be.
this blog has 4352 hits

#2 is a discussion about Canada needing to step it up with the fur imports and not exactly fur you might think.
this blog has 1320 hits

#3 is a bit on the comic strip called "Buckles".  I found joy in this daily strip due to the portrayal of backyard adventures with the Squirrel "Scrappy" and the birds at the feeder.
this blog has 852 hits

#4 wasn't written that long ago, it was about when Misfit took ill last October.  I called it "Send Misfit Some Love".
this blog has 538 hits

#5 is a bit about The Beautiful Joe Park in Meaford Ontario that Angie and I enjoy visiting when up that way.
this blog has 514 hits

So, have you figured out the one I find most surprising?  Think about each one, and what people may go searching for on the internet.  National bird of Canada, yes, some debates and discussion have been made thanks to The Canadian Raptor Conservancy.  Fur imports is on a lot of peoples' minds.  Buckles, no brainer there.  And Beautiful Joe, a lovely park, a famous book.  But why Misfit?  I only recently got into adding labels to my blogs and I think the only label I have there is "sick budgie".  All of these blogs are older entries being over 2 years old at least.  And Misfit's was done about 6 months ago.  I'm no mathematician, hell I couldn't even spell that word just now (thanks spell check), but think about the hits to the time frame on that one, if it continues...  wow!

All I can say is thank you to everyone who has taken the time out to read any of my blogs; of course bigger thanks to those who come back again and again.

I've pondered my own list of faves of mine.  It is a tough one.  I just scrolled my list of entries over the last half hour and it was fun re-visiting.  I am like "oh ya, I remember that!" or "awww, that was a sad moment" and others brought a smile to my face.  I see where I wish I wrote this instead of that, wanting to add to something, trim some lengthy babble; but I won't do any of that.  They are what they are.

I'm going to add my personal faves here.  They are in no real order, I could never narrow it down like that since they all affect me in different ways.

#1 is probably one of my most happiest and most amazing moments since becoming a "birder".  Its too bad I was alone with this experience.  Its about the morning our little family of Chickadees left their nest box out back last summer.  Bye Bye Baby(s).

#2 is quite recent as well, and I received a lot of comments from others about my take on a little Northern Saw-whet Owl I was watching over this past winter that I named "Sam".  The blog is done through his eyes.  It saddened readers, it angered them, and it had some wondering what the hell I was on when I wrote it.  Through The Eyes of a Saw-whet Owl.

#3 is another Owl story.  Its based on a true story and gives more ammo in the argument about the ills of people messing with Owls, babies, nature in general; and why people really need to stop and think before telling the world where these creatures are.  Hmmm, very much like Sam's story.  Stealing An Owl Ain't Cool...  and You Suck if You Disagree.

#4 was from last summer, Meadow had just turned 9, she went for her annual check up and unfortunately she did not get a clean bill of health this time around.  Pets are family, they are our children and we must take good care of them.  Meadow's 9th Birthday "misadventure".

#5 is as listed in the all time top 5, being #4 from all viewers, and that is about Misfit taking ill last October.  Send Misfit Some Love.

#6 reflects on some more personal moments I have had with Raccoons over the years and why I feel a connection with them.  So many people detest them when all you got to do is understand them a little and perhaps not be such a lazy ass, Raccoon proof your garbage ensuring they cannot dump your bins, and periodically inspect your home for signs of wear/tear where they could eventually get in your attic.  Don't blame them if you choose not to look after your property.  The Adventures of Me and My Masked Friends.

#7 is about NO, the nameless one, a Tarantula I rescued from torture and eventual death at the hands of idiots in a pet store.  Even if you don't like Spiders, you may have a place in your heart for NO after reading this one.  Spider #5.

#8 is about another Tarantula, her name is Maude.  She was a very special spider to us, and I had her with me for over 20 years!  Maude Turns 21 This Year.

#9 is a sad tale with a happy ending.  It shows how cruel some people can be.  A Golden Lab puppy was basically thrown out in a park, abandoned in 30+ degree weather, while the person then sped off in his car.  I am so happy I was there to help this dog.  I Saw A Cartoon Come To Life Before My Eyes...

As I am ending this, more stories come to mind, like when Meadow bit me and had me wind up in emergency.  Most understood it was an accident and Meadow shouldn't be punished but others argued her to be vicious and not worthy of living anymore.  My blogs about the masters of camouflage in the wild world; some couldn't find that one Eastern Screech Owl in one of the photos.  And the list goes on.

Once again, thank you all for your interest in my stories.  If you have a favorite blog of mine, I would love to hear about it.

Cheers!

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Catching Up

Hello again, nice to see you all! I thought I would get anyone who follows my stories and adventures caught up on some recent wild moments.

How far are we into Spring now? Almost 3 weeks? Sure doesn't feel like it, eh? But if you pay attention to nature, despite the cold temperatures and the threat of snow, freezing rain and ice pellets falling on Toronto in the morning (April 11th), you will know Spring is here.

A male American Robin I blogged about last year has returned once again, making this his 4th Spring to be with us. I've been keeping eyes and ears open for him the past few weeks and last Tuesday he made his presence be known to me with his assertive "I'm here!" call in the yard, and racing to one of his feeding spots I've made for him over the years. We are very happy to have him back for another season! If you missed the blog from last year, here it is, just click here.

My little friend enjoying sliced grapes I've been offering to him.


And this week we had another treat. We had the very first ever Song Sparrow visiting our yard, or the first we know of. I first noticed a little bird foraging out back the other day and knew he was different, even though at the distance he was just a lil brown job as some birders say. A skittish little one he be, so it took a bit of time, but I was able to confirm him to be a Song Sparrow. I made him a Facebook status right away, and wished for him to sing to us out back. Well, my wish came true as I've been awoken the last 2 mornings to his beautiful song outside our house. And I do mean I have been awoken to it... waking up, not out of bed yet, coming to life, and my ears tune in to his song before my eyes adjust to the dim morning light. He's given me the drive to get outside almost immediately for a better listen to his song. He's not one for the bird feeders but is helping clean up the grounds of spilled seeds. And he's been belting out his song quite steadily which I am totally enjoying.

A Song Sparrow I saw at the park. Our visiting one is very skittish.


Pierre celebrated his 8 month anniversary with us on March 21st. He was very sporadic with his visits through the winter that I can only blame on the cold temperatures and threats from the hunting Hawks. But ever since I returned from my Alberta trip over Easter weekend, he's been at the back door every morning waiting. He's not keen on the attention I am giving other birds right now, like my friend the Robin, who I try to ensure eats every visit while I scare off the Starlings who enjoy much of the same foods. Pierre gets quite loud with his cooing as he tries to get my attention. It's actually quite comical to see (and hear). The eye contact, the circling around my feet or in my general area and first instant that my arm is stretched out, he is flying onto it. Silly bird.

He looks confused to me, or annoyed that he must eat off the deck, and not from my hand here while I tend to the Robin.

And what a difference in the colors depending on the lighting. He's got a very full crop in the lower photo.

Ya, what a Pierre! Who ever thought a wild Pigeon could get one's attention and steal a bit of their heart? Here's a funny couple pics. One is Pierre and I. The other is Dave Mustaine of Megadeth and perhaps his own Pierre? I laughed, and still do at that shot. Actually found it a few years ago when there was this "doppelganger" week on Facebook and people were to post celebrity look-a-like shots. Now, having this bond with Pierre, the Mustaine photo is even more of a likeness to me these days.



And over Easter weekend, I was in Okotoks Alberta visiting Angie who was out there a couple days before me, and meeting her brother and his family for the first time. Of course we got a little birding in while out there (I wish I brought the Sigma 500mm). We visited the Inglewood Bird Sanctuary. I got a lifer in way of the Magpies in Calgary. Angie got a lifer in way of Bohemian Waxwings. And I feel this is a lifer as well... red shafted Northern Flicker. We have the yellow shafted in Toronto. The real difference is our male Northern Flickers have a black mustache while their males have a red one. It's enough of a difference to me to make it a lifer while some disagree. What'eva!

red shafted Northern Flicker


one of many Magpies we saw, and a lot of nest building going on with them all


A mammal lifer for me out there was the Richardson's Ground Squirrel, or as locals put it... the Gopher.


And also with this trip, Angie was delighted to be able to have her nieces hand feed some Black-capped Chickadees for their very first time ever. They enjoyed it immensely; and so did her brother and his wife! I mean, who doesn't enjoy such a personal moment with the wild world? Chickadees are awesome little birds. It's my stress reliever and escape to hang with them and feed 'em; has been for years, even before I was into birds. It's just something I did.

Last bit has to do with the little Northern Saw-whet Owl I picked up off the road the other week and buried in the back yard. Almost 2 weeks later something came along in the middle of the night, dug up the Owl and ate it! What the hell is up with that? The grave was shallow since the ground was still frozen, maybe a foot down; so I placed a couple cinder blocks over afterwards. And then comes along who knows what, perhaps a 'Possum, and dug down from both sides of the blocks, to get at the Owl's little body beneath. I found the holes the other morning and lots of Owl feathers blowing around. I was quite sad (and shocked) at first; but now I see it as the Owl has served a purpose in death by feeding another creature instead of getting smeared all over the road. If you missed that blog, here it is, just click here

Northern Saw-whet Owl. I kinda like the darkness of this photo I took.


Thanks for giving this a view. Hope it reads well as I've been up for about 17 hours now and the "Whisky Wednesday" shot is making me pretty relaxed.

Cheers!

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