Probably because I chased him. He wouldn’t fly though, despite the fact that I had the camera all set up to capture the beating of wings and fluttering of feathers; he just skittered as fast as his snowshoe feet could take him across the road and into the ditch.
Tag: fauna
Widgeon-holed
Today we went adventuring in Harbour Grace and Mackinsons. More on that later. One of the cool things that happened occurred when I spotted a beautiful beam of light flashing across Harbour Grace harbour and gently requested that we turn the bus around, head for the south side of the harbour with some alacrity because…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 