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.
