Remote Name: 188.8.131.52
Date: 31 Mar 2004
The First Nations people have such wonderful descriptions of the full moons each month. March is the Moon of the Frog Chorus. We have long passed the March full moon and in a week we will have the April full moon - the Moon of the Opening Hands or the Opening Blossoms. Our pond is full of croaking frogs which children love to see, and although the plum blossoms have faded by April, the apple blossoms are ready to open.
Our first Rufus Hummingbird returned from his amazing 3,000 km flight from Mexico all the way to Bold Bluff on March 21. He is so flashy with his metallic red throat and red-brown back, I laugh when I see this stunningly tiny flash of perfection. You can't miss him in the dark green of the cedar trees. The females arrived a few days later, much more subdued looking with no flashy metallic colour proclaiming "Look at me! Aren't I spectacular?" and now we have at least 6 females and 2 males at our feeder. The males fly straight up and swoop down near a female, displaying their colour and making chick-a-dick-a-dick-a-DOO sound.
There are 2 Bufflehead females in our cove each morning - stragglers in the migration north to nest. Three seals are often lounging about in our cove looking around with their soulful eyes and slipping under the sea to dine. A sealion snorts in the Narrows and makes huge fountains of white spray as it tosses it's sinewy head with a wriggling fish clasped tight in its teeth - to stun , kill or rip it apart before eating. Bald Eagles swoop down to grab bits of broken fish the sealion has scattered, and gulls hover over. The eagles have the advantage, grabbing the bits with their talons "on the fly", whereas the gulls have to land on the water or do a head dive to get the bits in their beaks. Needless to say, the eagles get the first chance.