We didn’t know what was coming.
Preparing to live with the unchangeable by loving all that can and does change — with or without our consent.
No one expected the week preceding Sunday, April 18 to be Sean’s last. Certainly, he didn’t. He continued to go to work, was eager to get his first Covid 19 vaccination on Thursday the 14th. We talked about it by phone. ‘No problem,’ he said. But his right arm was next to useless and his breathing so laboured that phone calls had to be brief. I planned (in my head) to visit him on Sunday.
In the meantime, I continued to enjoy the fine spring weather, walk my daily beat, and to add to my photo collection. We even travelled to Bertram Creek Regional Park, a few minutes south of our place on the east side of Okanagan Lake. Not much to see at first in the park itself. We wandered down to the observation pier that stretches out into the lake and watched a pair of Common Mergansers keeping their distance from us. Until, that is, this eagle showed up, flying in our direction:
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Good shots of Mr. Greenhead can seldom be counted on; I got very lucky. Thanks, Baldy!
Closer to home (like in the foundation stones of our condo or in the small walled-in front yard) there was some fun to be had, too, watching our local residents at work and play…. Click images to read captions; to see the photo’s title, click the ℹ️ symbol.
I did travel up to Beaver Lake Road to check on the bluebirds. Only later did I understand that for me this would become the Year of the Female Blues. I usually get much more cooperation from the males than from their mates. That expectation was turned on its head this year — only one of many challenges to custom….
Our part of Kelowna has numerous coveys of California Quail, one of which likes to frolic in Belmont Park a few minutes walk north of our place. On Saturday, the 17th of April, as I took my route in a counterclockwise direction for a change, I heard this fella rehearsing his one note solo. Click the images to see details.
Or did I have it all wrong? Was he trying to warn me that my world was about the crumble?
My son left this world the next day.…
birds & musings 