The blackbirds are back! Actually, they've never been away, but that day they were "biting" as never before, devouring seeds w...

These bird encounters are a more profound spiritual experience than anything I knew in fifteen years of church attendance. Following this bi...

From the time it first happened, it has always seemed magical to me that blackbirds fly down to eat out of your hand at Piper Spit, the ...

"With a golden head, a white patch on black wings, and a call that sounds like a rusty farm gate opening, the Yellow-headed Blackbir...

The first time a blackbird flew down to eat out of my hand at Burnaby Lake, my hair stood on end (figuratively speaking). From the time ...

(Note: these videos were made last summer. Thus the shorts.) This afternoon my husband and I went to one of our all-time-favourite pla...

Another magic moment at Piper Spit, Burnaby Lake. Most of the birds have gone "elsewhere", for some reason (the Canada Day lon...

I can't describe to you the feeling of having this handsome devil fly right down to me without any prompting. I know I shouldn't b...

This started out as something else. Something about Twitter, Tweets, twights, twats (sorry, it's just too tempting) and other things ...