Westward Ho…

16 February 2018 – You’d think I was already as west as it gets, but no! Not in Vancouver terms. Here we are in West Van this grey-shimmer morning, following a good chunk of the West Van Seawall.

It is a delightful 5.6 km ribbon of pathway, snaked between Burrard Inlet to the south and a still-active CN railway track to the north. Community gardens and luxuriant growth screen the tracks; we are free to enjoy the long views across the water, with Lion’s Gate Bridge to one side and those Coast Mountains to the other.

We see fish as well. Though not in the water…

A whole little gathering of these mosaics, a 1994 project (if I interpret signage correctly) of grade 6 Irwin Park students called “The Meaning of Peace Goes Beyond Words.”

More artwork as we walk along, some official — such as Bill Pechet’s outsized chairs — and some definitely spur of the moment. A predictable moment, any time you have quantities of rocks to hand.

We walk out one of the wooden piers, then blink at all those feathers at our feet. Some of them bloody. Our speculation is cut short by a middle-aged man leaning against the railing.

“I can tell you what happened,” he says.

Picture it: gull minding his own business in the waves; eagle on high, looking for breakfast.

“He just snatched up that gull, plucked it clean of feathers right here on the pier. And look!” Our informant points to the top of a very tall tree back from the water’s edge. “There he is! Digesting, I guess…”

Next pier along is Ambleside Pier. Long distance, I pay more attention to the near-by gull, posing for his moment of fame (I hope he’s watching for eagles), than to the human activity out on the pier.

A handful of men out on the pier, dropping their crabbing paraphernalia into the water. Each one of them, presumably, armed with his valid Tidal Waters Sports Fishing Licence. Large signs specify exactly what they may take, and how many, how often.

Heading back toward the car, I am again gob-smacked by happy palm trees, out there in a Canadian winter. This particular time, I am also pleased by their dance with the spidery bare-branch Something, right next door.

My friends indulge me. Other pedestrians stride by without a glance. I guess they are all used to palm trees.

But my friend slow down as much as I do, to eye the ducks. We’ve been fascinated throughout the walk by convoys of these boldly marked black & white ducks. They seem to cluster much more than other ducks I’m used to — sometimes bobbing head-down beneath the water one after another like an aquatic chorus line, or all swirling in one direction, or suddenly exploding in two opposite directions.

Or, as here, stretched in one long scribble across the silvery surface.

They make me think of the Bufflehead duck that I know (sort of know) from back east, simply because they are also black & white. My friends do a better online search later than I manage to do, and identify them.

Barrow’s Goldeneye!

Aren’t you glad you know that?

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  1. Can’t help but feel a little sorry for that poor gull, although an eagle has to eat … what a diverse collection of both man-made and natural sights you discovered on your walk!

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    • Well, exactly, they all have to eat. We tend to sympathize with the more lovable of any given pairing, but yet, they all have to eat. (And we tuck in quite happily to our own food.)

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  2. Love that photo of the Barrow’s Goldeneye!

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  3. That “scribble on the silvery surface” triumphs as both words and image.

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    • It’s exactly how they look, isn’t it? I was so pleased to find a word to go with the image they presented. (Though moments before & after, they were quite something else…)

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  4. I just love the “scribble” of Goldeneyes, and those two tall palms with that weeping cherry, or Japanese maple or whatever – fabulous. Stay warm this week!

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    • Got out a down parka I thought would languish in the back closet forever…

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      • That’s funny – this week I’ve been wearing a long down coat that used to get me through New York winters. I think this is the first time I’ve worn it since moving to the Seattle area in 2012 – boy, am I glad I packed it! Better today though….

      • well I’m about to head to Toronto for 2 weeks, and it seems it will be warmer there than here!

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