Birding, February 14, 2026: All the buffleheads, all the left turns

Where: Iona Beach Regional Park, Richmond Nature House (Richmond), Burnaby Lake (Burnaby)
Weather: Sunny, 7-8°C

The forecast was better than expected, with it being sunny right from the start. Nice! The start was a bit late due to two things: waiting to suss out the weather in the early morning, and when I got downtown, we found someone had parked in front of the parking garage of Nic’s apartment building, preventing us from leaving. Nic was just about to conclude the call with the people who would come tow the car when a guy came frantically running toward us, waving an arm and apologizing. He got in the car and left immediately.

We proceeded to Iona Beach, which we haven’t been to since June of last year!

Iona Beach

Looking across the Fraser River at Iona Beach.

The last stretch of road leading to the beach has been repaved, with new bike and pedestrian lanes added, completing the work started with the re-alignment last year of Ferguson Road. There is now full dedicated pedestrian and bike access stretching back to the airport, a huge improvement over what existed before.

We made our way through our usual loop and along the river saw a nice variety of waterfowl, including wigeons, common mergansers, a sunning cormorant and a couple of male buffleheads trying to impress a female. There was also a large congregation of gulls off in the distance. If we squinted our eyes, we could pretend they were snow geese, which we have yet to see this winter.

The main beach had a lot of ex-crabs, even more than usual. Maybe it was Crab Day.

In all, it was nice to be back at Iona Beach. I have no idea why we went over eight months between visits (as a birding duo–Nic has been more recently), but we’ll probably not wait another eight before returning.

Richmond Nature House

Emtpy feeders means no birds!

Nic has a new phone, a Pixel 10, and Google Maps was being rather odd, constantly telling us to make left turns. But then when it made sense to make a left turn (off Westminster Highway, to the nature house) it instead wanted us to go past it and make an illegal U-turn to get there. WTF, as the kids say.

After arriving, I joked that it would be funny if the bird feeders were empty.

The bird feeders were empty.

The trip wasn’t a complete bust, though, as Nic spotted an immature Red-tailed Hawk sitting up in a nearby tree. That, and an Anna’s Hummingbird that was very high up before mockingly flying away, were the only birds we saw.

Piper Spit, Burnaby Lake

A handsome Bufflehead at Piper Spit.

Piper Spit was our last stop, with the light starting to turn golden. There were multiple people feeding the birds. I’m usually pretty chill about this, because people gonna people, but I somehow got triggered by a little girl repeatedly running (and screaming) at the ducks while the nearby adults with her just stood there, talking among themselves. I expressed my thoughts using words that could be heard in a generous perimeter, if you know what I mean (no colourful metaphors, though, except maybe a few shared with Nic as we left).

As for the (well-fed) birds, there were most of the usual gang, along with more Buffleheads, who obligingly came up close, allowing for some great shots of their fuzzy, iridescent heads. Perhaps distracted by food, I observed little drama, though one crow had what appeared to be a generous chunk of pastry in its beak that was being coveted by others.

There were a few dowitchers, but they were mostly in shadow by this time of the day. I mostly shot the Buffleheads.

Overall, a pretty good day, with the weather being much nicer than expected. We’ll get back to Reifel eventually.

The Shots

Shot with a Canon EOS R7 with 18-150 mm kit lens and 100-400 mm telephoto.

The Birds (and other critters)

Sparrows and sparrow-adjacent:

  • American Robin
  • Anna’s Hummingbird
  • Black-capped Chickadee
  • Dark-eyed Junco
  • Golden-crowned Sparrow
  • Red-winged Blackbird
  • Ruby-crowned Kinglet
  • Song Sparrow
  • Spotted Towhee

Waterfowl and shorebirds:

  • American Coot
  • American Wigeon
  • Bufflehead
  • Canada Goose
  • Common Merganser
  • Double-created Cormorant
  • Great Blue Heron
  • Green-winged Teal
  • Long-billed Dowitcher
  • Mallard
  • Pied-billed Grebe
  • Scaup
  • Wood Duck

Common:

  • American Crow
  • Rock Pigeon
  • Seagulls aplenty

Raptors:

  • Bald Eagle
  • Northern Harrier
  • Red-tailed Hawk

Non-birds:

  • A black squirrel

Dreams: Frogs and vans

Two recent dreams:

Frogs

I am in the hallway of some kind of school, possibly a college or university. For some reason the floor is carpeted. There are several people with me that I know in the dream, but I can’t recall if they were actual or dream people. Doors to nearby classrooms are open. There is a lot of water on the carpet, leaving it quite saturated in some spots. There are some green frogs scattered about, one a fairly big size (for a frog), the others small.

I am wearing blue jeans. I look down at one of my legs and see the jeans are wet. It is not because I failed to get to the loo in time, it’s just water. But from that water emerges a tiny frog, as if manifesting from the frog dimension and onto my leg. It hops onto the floor and joins the other frogs. I see more frogs appear out of the saturated carpet.

Before the frogs can take over the world, which was undoubtedly their plan, I awaken.

The Delivery Van

Or possibly a moving van, but I’m pretty sure it was a delivery van. I am riding shotgun and the driver is a nervous young guy, maybe 18 or 19. We are returning the van to the lot from which it was rented/borrowed. I am aware the van is semi-autonomous, but the kid is driving and in full control.

We get to the lot and there is another similar van there, which becomes relevant shortly.

From a room with large glass windows, almost like a control tower at an airport, a supervisor of some sort guides us in. He tells the kid over the radio to line the van up with some kind of docking mechanism. The important part is, just as the van connects, the kid has to push a comically large button on the dashboard. The kid muffs on the timing and the van fails to dock. This causes it to wheel off back into the lot and somehow it becomes more autonomous and sort of out of control, but very slowly out of control. Think of the steamroller in the first Austin Powers move, like that.

The supervisor from the control room somehow manages to climb into the driver’s side to take over. The kid has either disappeared or got out real quiet-like, making me wonder why I couldn’t have done the same. The other delivery van is kind of looping around us and while it’s not explicitly stated, I understand this is a bad thing.

The supervisor gives me a big key and produces another identical to it. He says we both need to insert our keys into slots on the dashboard at the same time and turn them. “Like firing nukes,” I say, “except we’re the nukes?” He laughs, but in a nervous way.

Sadly, I wake up before finding out what happened next. It’s too bad, because I really wanted to know!

41!

41 apps now need updating. For a while it was 40, then dropped to 39, then went back up to 40, and now it’s 41.

To me, this is the most interesting game I have on my iPhone. How many apps can get queued for updates before something forces itself? I suspect I will find out soon.

In Apple-adjacent news, Jonathan Horst, who got kicked out of Linus Media Group because his YouTube channel Mac Address was too clever and different, is back with a new channel called Think Different. I like his style and approach (though not his newly shorn head). His first video is a delightful rant against Liquid Glass and flat design. Good stuff.

Run 1,007: The chipper and me

View from Cariboo Dam, pre-run: Calm, cloudy, but not cold.

My watch suggested a rest day yesterday, so I obeyed it. I then decided to run today for a few reasons:

  • To minimize the gap between runs (to three days)
  • The forecast for my usual run day of Friday is poo (well, rain)

So I set off to do a short loop at the lake and fought the urge to do more (I did not do more).

I wore three layers because it was a little cooler and there was a bit of a breeze. This turned out to be OK for the walk to the lake and the run itself, though two layers would have sufficed, but it came in handy on the walk back as I cooled off and the wind picked up again.

As for the run, I chose to go clockwise because I could hear what sounded like wood being cut nearby and I was intrigued. It turned out that half of the Avalon parking lot was closed off for a big ol’ tree chipping ceremony. They were spreading the chips in the forested bit between the parking lot and the trail, maybe as a bed for the bugs and critters or something. I assume the trees being fed into the chipper were sick/dead or had fallen.

Thar she blows!

Possibly due to the cooler temperature, the lack of energizing sunshine or not stretching beforehand (there was clutter in my usual stretching spot and I was too lazy to move the stuff, which is ironic considering I went out and ran 5K immediately after), I was slower, but my pace of 5:46/km is cromulent. I didn’t experience any issues. And the trail was much more sparsely populated compared to Sunday.

In the last km I did something I rarely do–I started to stretch out my gait, effectively speeding up without necessarily putting more energy into the run. I started this with only about 20 seconds left, so it had no effect on my pace, but it felt good and I may experiment more with this in the future.

Overall, a perfectly fine outing.

The lake, post-run. as seen from the turtle nesting area.

Stats:

Run 1,007
Average pace: 5:46/km
Training status: Productive
Location: Burnaby Lake (CW, short loop)
Start: 11:26 a.m.
Distance: 5.03 km
Time: 28:59
Weather: Cloudy
Temp: 7°C
Humidity: 76-73%
Wind: light
BPM: 151
Weight: 168.8 pounds
Total distance to date: 6,865 km
Devices: Garmin Forerunner 265, iPhone 12, AirPods (3rd generation)
Shoes: Saucony Peregrine 15 (125/193/318)

Music: Accelerate, R.E.M.

Some shots from around town, February 10, 2026

I was going to post these shots yesterday, but because I had a terrible sleep the night before, then somehow decided it was a good idea to walk 29,000+ steps the next day, I fell asleep instead.

Here they are, using FooGallery’s adorably kitschy Polaroid theme.

I accidentally littered today

And I feel bad.

When I was at the store, I bought a regular-size Aero bar, because I’d just walked something like 4 km and felt I’d earned the bubbly chocolate calories. But I kept the wrapper in a pocket of my hoodie, because I wanted to enter the calorie particulars into my food total for the day, as I do. If I’m going to indulge, I need to track it!

It was sunny and surprisingly warm wearing my lined hoodie, so I took my hands out of the pockets and just let them hang at my sides, like some clever ape. When I put my hands back in the pockets later, the Aero wrapper was gone. Apparently I’d either pulled it out without noticing, or it had just quietly slipped out on its own.

I thought about retracing my steps, but the wrapper could have been anywhere along a 1+ km route and might have blown onto the road or something, so I just kept walking home, feeling guilty.

And it made me wonder, how much litter is accidental? Maybe not a lot, but I know for sure now that some of it is.

In the meantime, enjoy this 1976 McDonald’s anti-litter commercial. I remember this!

I read the news today, oh boy

(Yes, I am misquoting the lyric, but that’s to be technically correct–the best kind of correct!)

Specifically, I scanned the CBC News site. Did I leave better informed? Marginally. Did it make me feel better? Absolutely not.

I’ve learned my lesson. Next time, I’ll be more careful when I let me attention slip and go wandering websites.

Here is frantically typing cat, which I will aspire not to be when I’m surfing the net, as one does.

(Also, any excuse to post this gif.)

Favourite toots

A toot is what some people call posts on Mastodon, the federated, decentralized social media service (and the only social media I check in on anymore). I saw this today, found it delightful and I am sharing it here, as the tenets of social media dictate:

Oh, and a link, too:

My favorite kinds of toots:

– I thought this was interesting.
– I went outside, this is what I saw.
– I’m making something.
– I’m trying something new.
– This is my jam. (Any kind of jam.)
– I made a thing and I’m proud!
– I’m bad at it a thing, but I’m sharing anyway!
– This is my important animal or person.
– Whimsical shitpost.
– Real life mundane thing.— Steven Hoefer (@troublewithwords@wandering.shop)

Apple Music: That’s a nice album you got there, be a shame if something happened to it

I didn’t mention this in my post-run report today, but I had planned to listen to the R.E.M. album Accelerate on my run. It is a very good album for running, as the title might indicate.

Except it wasn’t there in Apple Music when I searched by (Downloaded) Albums on my iPhone 12:

Also, I have no idea why Abbey Road is listed twice.

I checked under (Downloaded) Artists:

And it turns out two R.E.M. albums are missing, Accelerate (2008) and Collapse Into Now (2011). These are albums I own, not just streaming ones I’ve downloaded. And they are albums I have listened to many times on my iPhone (Accelerate, in particular). I have not touched my music library in any way. Where did they go? Only Apple knows. Actually, Apple probably doesn’t know. But the bigger question is: Why is Apple disappearing albums I’ve actually purchased? It’s like the company is actively trying to push me away.

And guess what? It’s working! I am starting a trial of Deezer.

Run 1,006: The Miracle

View from Cariboo Dam, pre-run: Calm, sunny and mild. Pseudo-spring!

I went running for the first time since Monday and it went surprisingly well. In fact, I posted my best pace in some time (5:37/km). I think there were several factors here:

  • Mild temperature–10C!
  • Sunny (so warm in the sun I had to shed a layer)
  • I was obviously well-rested

Because I went on a Sunday and it was sunny after a day of steady rain yesterday, the trail was fairly packed, but it was actually fine. There was only one real traffic jam and I managed to avoid it. Despite the rain, the trail had enough time to largely dry out, so there was no puddle dodging required.

I originally planned a short loop, but changed my mind and just ran a straight 5K. I started planning ahead, thinking how I’d have to loop back a bit to complete all 5 km, in order to avoid the flooded areas along the sports field.

And that’s when I saw it, The Miracle:

Resurfaced trail? Here? What mad sorcery is this?

Yes, since the last time I was here, a park crew came in and resurfaced the entire floody stretch of trail next to the sports field. And so far it seems to be working, as the water was still getting right up to the edge of the trail but so far, not spilling onto it:

We’ll see how long the water remains at bay (water joke).

This may not seem like a big deal, but I’ve been running at Burnaby Lake for 15 years, and they have never resurfaced this stretch, so it is a cause for celebration.

Being able to finish a good run without having to dodge around muck and mire and massive puddles was a very nice way to end today’s exercise.

Still Creek, post-run: Very still.

Stats:

Run 1,006
Average pace: 5:37/km
Training status: Productive
Location: Burnaby Lake (CCW)
Start: 12:21 p.m.
Distance: 5.03 km
Time: 28:16
Weather: Sunny
Temp: 10°C
Humidity: 75-72%
Wind: light
BPM: 151
Weight: 170.4 pounds
Total distance to date: 6,860 km
Devices: Garmin Forerunner 265, iPhone 12, AirPods (3rd generation)
Shoes: Saucony Peregrine 15 (120/185/305)

Music: About Face, David Gilmour

Speaking of the 1980s and the existential threat of nuclear war…

In the previous post, I talked about David Gilmour’s album About Face. Released in 1984, it has the fear of nuclear war coursing through multiple tracks., It made me suddenly remember a poster I had as a kid.

I got my own bedroom when I was 14. This was a very big deal for me, because it meant I could listen to my own music, got to have the family’s second TV (our first colour set) and I could express myself with a carefully curated collection of art and posters, as befits the sophisticated tastes of a 14-year-old teen.

I had this poster hanging on the inside of the door of my main closet (the upstairs closets of our house were weirdly large–I actually had two walk-in closets in my bedroom):

Step 7 always made me laugh and it felt edgy having a poster in my room with the word “ass” on it. I must admit, it still makes me laugh today, because it was and is so very correct.