Thursday, January 6, 2011

Tag-team.


I was weaving through a crowded parking lot trying not to be nudged, or worse, by any of the endless stream of slow-circling cars searching for non-existent empty spots.  What made my task more challenging was the drama in the sky above.  A pair of Common Ravens was trying to kill a pigeon.  One would dive at it, almost knocking it from the sky, and as the pigeon almost regained its balance, it was swooped by the other, and on and on it went, from one end of the parking lot to the other and back again.  The ravens croaked little communications back and forth and succeeded in herding the exhausted pigeon to the sidewalk, but in front of a busy market. If not for the confounding humans, the pigeon would have been got.  It fluttered up under an awning and rested there a while.  The ravens knew where it had gone, and sat atop the restaurant across the way, waiting for it to emerge.  I left at this point, so don't know what happened next.

Two things:  One--I've never seem ravens hunt in the middle of the city before (have only seen them dumpster dive).  I was amazed at how coordinated their attack was.  Two--The other pigeons (a flock of about 20), seeing that the ravens had selected their target, simply landed on a nearby roof, allowing their comrade to fend for itself.  When predators attack, the chaos of a flock in flight is beneficial to all, but when it's clear that the ravens are hunting non-randomly, thank your lucky tail feathers they didn't pick you.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Lines.

The marshmallow roof of BC Place (a stadium in Vancouver) is being replaced with some sort of high-tech retractable contraption. The previous roof was similar to this one.   The stadium is presently a confusion of beams and uprights and cables.  Hit it with a giant mallet,  it would sing.

Note, there is nature in this picture, an inkling of tree in the bottom left.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

More red things (because they go so well with the template).

The bridge into town,

Frosted playground,

Totem pole,

And boat, unaware of approaching gang of angry surf scoters.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Disappearing woman.

At least, I think it's a woman.  On a day like this in Vancouver, you see people dressed in everything from shorts and t-shirts to polar gear.  No one is right or wrong.  It's just the way it is.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Anna's Hummingbirds in frosty Vancouver.

 Frosted logs.

It was the third sunny, frosty morning in a row, and we decided to play tourist at Stanley Park in Vancouver.  I haven't been there in ages--apart from taking children to the aquarium--which seems odd; when we first moved to Vancouver I spent as much time as possible exploring the trails and walking/jogging/biking the seawall.


It is (relatively) cold.  Coal Harbour is iced over.  We stopped at the totem poles and, like any other tourist, took pictures.

While I was looking through the camera, I heard from above and behind the scritchy insectine song of an Anna's Hummingbird, followed by the metallic "Pink!" of a display dive.  I took a few minutes to find the birds (there were two) against the bright sky. 

One was perched at the top of a small tree, singing. The other was flying high, diving down, putting on a show, and expending a lot of energy on this cold winter day.