The colder it gets, the happier the peeps are. These mid-winter days, rafts of tiny birds float on the waters of Boundary Bay, from one shore to the other, or drift in low-flying clouds as if tossed by a stray breeze. Hundreds more hunt along the shore for tiny mud critters. Prey was plentiful last week; the dunlins and sanderlings were feasting.
I love those cute running legs!