Yumi convinced me that we should check out the North 40 Park Reserve in Delta, BC, today for eagles. We visit the park at least three or four times a year.
And she was right, while the eagles were not in as great numbers as we’ve seen during other visits, there were still plenty of shooting opportunities.
Byrne Creek in SE #Burnaby is running like chocolate milk. This has been happening over and over the last few weeks. This is not rain runoff, some site in the upper watershed is being pumped out into a street drain, which is illegal.
Northern Harrier at Centennial Beach in Delta, BC, today. I tracked it for over an hour as it made repeated passes cruising the meadow, marsh, and tree line.
Here we go again! This has been happening far too often over the last few months, when it shouldn’t be happening at all.
This is near the end of the Coho and Chum salmon spawning season in Byrne Creek, and the impact of all this silt on the redds, or nests of eggs, laid by spawning salmon over the last two months is likely very detrimental.
This is high up in the watershed, above the ravine, and it’s a steady flow for significant periods of time, so it’s unlikely to be natural erosion. At the time I took this photo there was insignificant rain, barely a drizzle.
I would guess a construction site being pumped out.
Streamkeeper volunteers have been calling these events in to the City of Burnaby, and I’ve heard that other citizens have as well.
City staff are usually very good at tracking down where these flows are entering street drains. I hope they catch the offenders and levy the maximum fine possible.
Spotted this Red-tailed Hawk on my south Burnaby, BC, ramble in the rain this morning. This is its ʼhood in the area of the urban trail near Taylor Park.
I’ve learned to watch for hawks in this area. They like the utility poles and light standards, and, of course, the school field and a small grassy area near the overpass.
It’s been a long time since I made varennyky (perogies) from scratch.
It’s a workout!
Potato/cheddar. Boiled and then fried for crispy goodness, with sides of fried onions, and mixed vegetables.
Made enough that I could freeze a dozen for another day.
This makes me appreciate the efforts of my late grandmothers. They both made varennyky, lots of them, and while the two styles were slightly different, both were delicious. My paternal grandmother also made mouth-watering cabbage rolls.
I don’t have the patience to make small perogies or cabbage rolls. My grandmothers would smile, and gently admonish my efforts saying “those will do, but not for guests.” : – )
My late maternal grandfather was renowned for being able to down dozens of perogies in one sitting, yet he remained lean all his life. I envied his metabolism : – ).