A beautiful day in Vancouver, which I often refer to as `soaring eagle’ days as it is on days like today that eagles are most often seen in flight. Today lived up to its name, and walking in to work I caught sight of a soaring bald eagle, much like this one:
Mostly it was content to glide, only occasionally flapping its wings, rather lazily it appeared to me.
Seeing eagles always cheers me up, and my mood was elevated further when I glimpsed a pair of these tiny birds, Golden-crowned Kinglets, pecking away at the lower trunk and roots of a small tree:
They are only a few inches long, and, with the cold morning, they had fluffed up their feathers to the point of being almost spherical. I was surprised that they didn’t seem too bothered by my presence. They flew to the next tree; I continued in to work, marvelling at the sight of a huge bird, and then a tiny one.
Being. Outdoors. 