Peregrine falcon… maybe

Not the best shot ever, but since it was sitting out on a branch with no obstructions, in bright light, I chased this raptor out into the swamp at Burnaby Lake today.


The real stroke of luck–after seeing the bird in the first place–was that I didn’t end up knee-deep in wet mud in the process. The masses of wet dead winter grass held me up, a little reluctantly, and the bird took wing before I had a chance to plunge out too far in pursuit.

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About Alyx Dellamonica

After twenty-two years in Vancouver, B.C., I've recently moved to Toronto Ontario, where I make my living writing science fiction and fantasy; I also review books and teach writing online at UCLA. I'm a legally married lesbian, a coffee snob, and I wake up at an appallingly early hour.

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