I had hiked out to my favourite little corner of Kenna Cartwright Park last evening – to get some more footage of the owls, stretch my legs and try to get my fix of bugs and snakes.
The weather had been miserable all day and there was a major round of hockey going on, so consequently I had most of the park to myself. The owls co-operated, the lighting even turned out to be all right as the storm passed and some of the setting sun’s rays made it through the dead pines to illuminate my subjects.
After the obligatory 30 minutes of an owl sitting in a tree doing pretty much nothing, my mind wandered and I ambled off looking for other subjects. I found a Meadowlark staking out his territory and while filming that process I was treated to the chorus of coyotes from down the bluff.
But I must now pack my bags and get ready to head out for the bright lights of the ‘Peg. I’m hoping they still take B.C. dollars at par out there. I will be back in a few days and will have great tales of excitement and “daring-do” from my sojourn to the city.
Remember, never say whoa when you’re half way into a mudhole!