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

This morning, I set out early with Finnegan and my Aunt to go birding. Truthfully, I needed to run away from life for a little while. Not in any dramatic way — just in the way the heart sometimes needs to step outside, breathe fresh air, and spend time with wildlife. Nature has a way of making the world feel softer, even when life feels heavy. And, as usual, wildlife had a few surprises waiting for me. At our first stop, before I had even really settled into birding mode, I w