I saw – first heard – this bird yesterday as we were about to leave the mall. The kids were strapped into their seats; the key was in the ignition. We were parked behind Sears, just north of the multi-level parkade on which the bird is perched, squawking.
“Hey, a Raven.”
A long way away. Mr. Hesitation has 10X digital zoom, which is why you can see that there really is a bird, and likely a raven, in these shots. I wanted to jog over for a closer look.
“What are we waiting for? What’s Daddy doing now?”
I was triple-teamed with impatience. No time for impromptu zoology. Mr. H squeezed out a few more pictures, and that’s all I got. That, and a bunch of questions:
Why does the bird look sullied and worn? Is it molting? If so, from what to what? Is this a young of the year? If so, is it from a nearby nest (which would be a worthy zoological note)?
Why the heck did I even notice it? I don’t have time to go back and suss this out further. Why can’t I turn it off?