Finnegan, my Aunt, and I piled into the car Friday morning and headed for the Cowichan Estuary Trail. I had one goal: Photograph osprey building a nest. Simple. Focused. Reasonable. The estuary had other plans. It was one of those perfect days, sunny, warm, a light breeze. Not too hot. Not too cold. Basically, a “main character energy” kind of morning. The trail is about 4 km round trip……but that estimate does not account for: Cat stops Sniff breaks “Wait, what’s THAT?” pause

Today felt like the first true breath of spring. After a long workday where my mind felt noisy and scattered, Finn and I headed out in search of something simple, fresh air, a new park, and maybe a few birds to photograph. We chose a local city park we hadn’t explored before, drawn by the promise of blooming canola fields and the sounds of small birds calling from somewhere just out of sight. And the canola did not disappoint. Fields of bright yellow stretched out before us,

Sunday morning started with a plan. A simple one. Head out early with Finn and photograph Osprey at the local university. But as I’ve learned over and over again in this journey… nature always has the final say. On the way to the university, something caught my eye. Red-Tailed Hawks. The two Red-tailed Hawks I’ve been trying to photograph for weeks were there, perched high on a tall tree near the highway, preening in the early morning sun. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled over, gr