Just down the hill from us, there is a little park that we somehow have forgotten to visit. We remedied that this week.
Boundary Park, so called, I think, because it's on the boundary between Surrey and Delta, is a rather tame place, at first glance. A tiny lake, almost circular, well fenced, with a paved pathway all around it. The lawn is mowed, the weeds kept in check. A place to take the kids with their tricycles, or to sit on a bench and watch ducks. We walked quickly; the walkway lies in full sun, and this was a hot afternoon.
But beyond the lake, the park slopes upward, into a meandering green space between housing developments, heavily treed, partly wild, partly tamed. Here we wandered, dodging spider webs, appreciating the shade.
And everywhere, there were birds:
|Crow on a rock|
|Mallards on a rock|
|Ducks without rocks|
|Rock without birds|
Near this rock under the evergreens, we saw a pileated woodpecker. It wound around and around the trunk of a cottonwood, always disappearing just as the camera focused. I got one very bad, very small photo.
|I don't think I've seen one of these around here before.|
And there was a seriously endangered star-winged jay:
|A backyard bird, very tame.|
And not so tame:
|Young heron frogging by the lake. Not very happy with us.|
More park photos tomorrow.