Here's a lifer for me. It's not a rare bird by any means, and it's perhaps odd that I hadn't seen one before, despite living out here for almost 20 years. Every morning at Skaha Lake, a family of Clark's Nutcrackers flew around from pine to pine, attacking cones and squawking like mad.
Most of the time they remained up high, hard to see.
But this one dropped down to say hello, which was nice. It was 7AM, and my birthday. It's good to get a lifer on your birthday.