Salmon Dreams – a walk through memory in Riley Park/ Little Mountain Landscape.
Please join us for our 3rd annual ‘Connecting to Place’ gathering.
Our exploration will nurture a connection with the visible and hidden waterways in the Riley Park/Little Mountain Neighbourhood. The guides are Celia Brauer, co-founder and staff of the False Creek Watershed Society and Amy Kiara Ruth, a somatic movement educator. We will continue afterwards with a gathering filled with community connection, scrumptious snacks and hot beverages!
We acknowledge that we gather and garden on the unceded traditional territory of the Musqueam, Squamish and Tsleil-waututh First Nations.
Yumi and I attended an event the other day on urban wildlife.
I found some of the discussion disturbing. There was a notion bandied about that perhaps we should wall off our cities from wildlife, to, er, protect the wildlife.
I think the #1 issue about modern city folks and wildlife is the lack of contact, knowledge, and experience.
How do we “help” wildlife by detaching human beings even further from nature?
Yes, of course there are conflicts at the urban-suburban/wild interface. But putting up walls, be they physical or mental, is not going to make this better.
Some brave soul noted the we, humans, are just another species of mammals. Isn’t that obvious?
We humans keep taking up more and more of the land. And when the animals try to do what they’ve been doing for millennia, all of a sudden they’re pests, or they’re dangerous.
I know folks who live much closer to the so-called wild. When they see a bear in their yards, they’re careful, and they let the bear enjoy the apple tree. They don’t call officers to shoot the bear, they don’t shoot the bear themselves.
There were over a dozen herons snoozing in the reeds at Iona Beach Regional Park near YVR today. By the time I completed a loop of the park and got back to the marsh they had livened up.
We stopped at Barnet Marine Park in north Burnaby, BC, for a beach ramble. The sun was magnificent after weeks of daily rain and snow.
The big tugs can leave a good wake!
I like that a few bits of the area’s industrial history have been left to explore. It’s hard to believe the area was a near-separate community for decades.
As I was out getting groceries, I saw the light down south looked great. Checked my watch, and figured I could get to White Rock, walk Crescent Beach for half an hour, and still get home before rush hour.
By the time I got there the best light was done, but it was still pretty.
Looking west
Looking north
Looking south
Bald eagle
I was keeping a close eye on the more exposed eagle, so much so that I didn’t notice the second one until I got home and was editing photos
I think I’ve seen a thrush at our feeder in south Burnaby, BC, just once in years. Today one showed up, but was very shy. I got a lousy shot with my cell phone, ran downstairs to grab a DSLR, and it was gone when I got back.
I kept checking the feeder several times per hour, and success! At one point four were hanging about. Perhaps the snow is making them a bit bolder. . .
