The City of Burnaby has declared a total fire ban in Burnaby Parks, including smoking. Yet on my Byrne Creek Ravine Park walks, I keep seeing butts on forest trails every day.
It’s tinder-dry out there folks.
Most of the butts in these photos (all taken in about a half-hour span today) are mixed in with extremely flammable material.
You can stare at a pool of water (see the last photo in this series), and see nothing. Then, suddenly, you spot one frog. And another, and another. . . Interesting how perception works. Once your brain gets the pattern, then you really see. . .
I woke up at 4:30 this morning, and figured I might as well get out and enjoy the sunrise. But where? Thought the White Rock, BC, pier and Crescent Beach would be nice, and was rewarded for driving down.
There were several Great Blue Herons
Seal off the boat slip
Looking back up the pier
The view to the west
The view to the east
Crescent Beach
Looking north from Crescent Beach toward Vancouver
The hawk family we’ve been observing in Burnaby is getting close to splitting up. The kids are fledged, and while they’re still calling for their parents, we sense they’ll be off not too long from now.
It’s hard to see them with the trees fully leafed out, but we’ve been fortunate to spot them almost daily.
Gosh they are beautiful. And deserving of respect and privacy. So we never hang around or stare for more than a minute or two.
My knees were aching today so instead of doing the ravine we headed down to Fraser Foreshore Park. We walked from Byrne Road all the way to the east end of the trail, doing a loop in the bend park. Then we walked all the way west to the mouth of Byrne Creek, and also checked out a couple of the ponds to the west of the creek.
Yumi said she’d heard a waxwing, but it wasn’t until I downloaded today’s photos onto the computer that I realized I’d shot one.
Great Blue Heron preparing for takeoff from Byrne Creek
Same heron a moment later in the Fraser
Belted Kingfisher at max zoom and cropped tight, therefore fuzzy