Baby Goslings Sleeping in the Sun Late spring and early summer is baby season. If you're a wildlife photographer, it's also the time of year when every walk through a local park turns into an exercise in self-control. Around every corner there's another fluffy duckling, fuzzy gosling, or wide-eyed owlet demanding your attention. Before my surgery earlier this month, I spent many mornings and evenings wandering local urban parks with my camera, documenting the newest generatio

What do you do when you’re recovering from surgery? Well, apparently, you stockpile photo adventures like a squirrel preparing for winter and then write about them from the safety of your bed. This blog takes me back to June 3, when I was on a very serious mission: find a baby owl. Not just any owl. An owlet. A tiny, fluffy, branch-hopping, heart-stealing little baby owl who had been on my photography bucket list forever. No pressure, universe. None at all. I started my searc

Finnegan had me up early this morning. And by “up early,” I mean the kind of early where the birds are just beginning to stretch their wings, the coffee has not yet reached my bloodstream, and my kitten has already decided that sleeping in is not part of our shared life plan. So, naturally, I grabbed my 600mm lens, packed up my new drone, loaded Finn into the car, and headed out to a local university on Vancouver Island to check on the osprey family. Because apparently, this