Our final morning in Irricana produced a drizzly morning mist fog as in a surreal dreamscape, it was beautiful soft and grey, though slightly chilly and the birds were fluffed against the cool breeze that kept them grounded.
The clay-colored sparrow sang no matter what the weather was doing, sporty bird he is.
The chipping sparrow priceless expression makes me think he may be grumpy about the rain.
Wet Warbler in a soft rosy hued drizzle.
Shorebirds flight, take notice as there is a Phalarope amongst the smaller birds.
We ate while listening to a froggie choir, nothing like dinner and a musical.
I leave off with another frog, isn't it beautiful.
May we all walk softly upon this earth and care for her in a gentle and kind way. All the beings, mammal, bird or bug are our relatives in the big circle of life. We are all community and must go back to relating as community for if one is endangered, we all are endangered.