Meadowlarks arrive – early!

‘A Sense of Wonder’ – my thought for the day

Yesterday when I was out for a forest walk with my dog Duggan, two snowshoe hares jumped out from under my feet; scared the hell out of both of us!

Today we were walking near the 105 Mile barn when I heard that quintessential sound of the grasslands, the call of the Western Meadowlark. Sure enough, several were perched along fence posts, calling back and forth to each other. It’s one of my favourite sounds in the Cariboo.

This comes on the day that ornithologists have discovered that blackpoll warblers fly non-stop for 2,500 km on their mitigatory ‘fly-or-die’ flight. Amazing for a bird that only weighs about 12 gm.