Connie Sobchak goes hunting for cranes. And gets a story instead

We were surrounded by hawks and I was reading a book called H is for Hawk. I marvelled at the wildness around me while the narrator recoiled at the wildness she discovered within. Our day was fraught with coincidence it seemed. We had stopped at the end of Goose Lake road to get cell service … Continue reading Connie Sobchak goes hunting for cranes. And gets a story instead

A Siege of Herons: Connie Sobchak ponders the similarities between a heronry and a shopping mall

On the way to the Tsawwassen Ferry, as I inspect the trees at the base of the hill, I feel transported to a world where pterodactyls still fly in the skies: a colony of great blue herons live there. It’s hard to look at a heron without thinking of ancient times: their gangly legs, their … Continue reading A Siege of Herons: Connie Sobchak ponders the similarities between a heronry and a shopping mall

The Birds Know

As the sun filtered through the blustery snowfall the other day, we pressed ourselves to get out of the house for a walk with the dog. "Winter has lasted too long," we lamented, "It’s time for spring." Our wish was granted. Over by Arn Canal, piileated woodpeckers drilled hole after hole in the cottonwoods and … Continue reading The Birds Know