SpringOctober 6, 2021
Birds sing endlessly and crickets chirp merrily as I walk into a spring wonderland. A place seemingly devoid of life in the winter has now bloomed into life. I can hardly believe its still my local park, the Halswell Quarry. A White - Faced Heron flies down to the ground a few meters away from me, its dangling legs aching to touch solid ground. He (At least I’m pretty sure its a he) kindly lets me crawl closer and closer. To earn a birds trust is a beautiful thing indeed.
Even the small lake has something to offer in the form of shovelers, teals, and scaups. Although a proud looking male shoveler captures my attention the most.
Then (In my opinion) the best part of spring came: the baby birds. I was privileged to see 3.
What more could I need.